shadow silhouettes speak:
(from the tiled corner) swallow it all.
the bathroom a cocoon:
where madness walked aloof,
I changed, when prides great statue
carved immaculate in the mind, crumbled
from a whisper:
I want to live.
the liquors grasp, like a ghost lingered.
I changed, with tears, and words
like the moon accepting the morning,
I found peace in others, and courage
in giving, but my hold was fleeting. Fear,
a flame dwindles,
shadow silhouettes still dancing
in the houses of delirium,
came solace, in cold floors,
at the end of faux cigarettes,
behind the chatter of delusion,
to accept the moons woe,
letting go, and letting