photographs lost behind locker room doors

pages turn but they won’t listen

try to grasp control but I am falling

retreat into this world

where lies don’t stick to the wall

tune the radios where dreams can’t be discerned

into the depths fighting in the distance

analyze memories under broken microscopes

grasp the lenses past hidden instinct

weigh madness on uneven scales

half a reaction

half a burning dream

photographs lost behind locker room doors

if we find the key to stop it all

if we rinse away our tears

chain myself up inside this room

eyes that watch, but never speak

colors half mended, half inspected

the words lost inside your head

a secret code repeating through the halls

reward system

when I tear myself through the window

did I catch a piece of your sanity?

pacing up and down this maze

I lock down my heart

To wait for the day

when you can clean the darkest frustration

scrubbing the bruises from my veins

like a batting cage they take their turn

I can see colors burning through the distance

breath in and out

they inhale every secret left inside my mind

a million words are exhaled

but I can’t translate a blind man’s burden

run through this glass covered maze

skin broken to bone

men watch in uniform

they shake the locks with cruelty

shut my eyes with polaroids under every scar

flash every emotion away

their hands shake at they keys

will they unlock the doors?

telegraphic instinct

shaking through the floors

numbness taking over my skin

a loss of perfection

a loss of idealization

stop the heartbeat and take a second step

chemicals lost inside my head

an arrow splintering the details

a cause for alarm

a cause to disarm

ingest years and years from your veins

diffuse the crisis left hanging from your eyes

brace my back with window panes

crack every outcome like determination

look through the floating horsemen

run the bay to find you upside-down

every color carved through the wooden trunks

ageless color

shake the hidden truth from each branch

can I find you when I turn away?

can I find you through every horses’ step?

my madness, my true instinct

my illusion, lost in delusion

gallop against the sand pressing so far against your skin

jump through the carriage tumbling clear into your heart

telegraphic instinct