Silence, take my fears away,
they feed on me like hungry dogs.
Look, my flesh and tendons
are hanging from my bones.

Skin shredded, I try to shrug them away
but they feed on me still.

Tears, let me drink you
and quench my loneliness.
My patience is leaving me
she said I was cheating on her.

Happiness is struggling to cope with me,
and struggling I, I plead to some god inside me
to wake up and carry on climbing.

This mountain is made of thyme and snakes,
I inhale deeply and take the bites with every step.

Love me, I scream, someone love me,
the sky is too broad,
and heaven is too much of a hoax to let myself believe in.


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