I need to leave this place I stay, where darkness beckons and loneliness plays.
Where the only voice I hear is my own.
This place where all my demons breed.
Erupting with volcanic ash, leaving my brain to resemble the chaotic aftermath of an out of control brush fire.
My brain’s last fight between what I want , what I need to say and the ultimate surrender to the uncertainty of everything I feel.
My place of self-destruction
Silence, the most dangerous of places I stay.
In the silence, in the background, in the gray.