no(n)sense

my eyes start to hurt
the cross
air between breaths
standing still and then falling
becoming
begone
start and stop
this will be the end
frown and then look at your shoes
desperation is stepping over grief
and then my legs hurt
my voice goes numb
eyes twitching
dot the i
"leave me be. leave me here in my complaining sick sad little world." (incubus)