I’ve gone to the deep end

But what does that mean?

my nails have scratched

the walls of this life

Signs on the skin

The torn flesh

Was never my problem

The bowels are

When they shake

Are knotted

On a rhetoric comb

Words tortured me

Boulders

Thrown at him

Stone me!

With my mistakes

I play chess

The king watches

Checkmate

But i have not Lost

I’m lost

I lose my mind

The light not illuminate

Vain consolation

of a moment

Ropes that

tighten

My lungs ask

For a single breath

Which Is thick as mud

And Ask for air

I want oxygen

For my flames

I’m not off yet

Not entirely

I’m not off

I’m not off