aphasia

i want to take it in my hands, and i want to crush it in two,
i want to watch it all disappear, and i want to heal

silent in the reverence of the moment
deciphering the coded messages as they appear
brain overloading with the cortex fighting
never truly knowing what it is
never really wanting to know
falling over sideways to escape the example
faking the desire, the will

I don't know how it got this far
maybe it grew some legs and walked
useless and formidable
like a giant gash to the head
blood seeping where it does not belong
blinded by the rage, the terror, the obnoxious
disguising the passion for guilt
running to the hills
somewhere somehow they built them
so there is where we go

Broken and faded,
discarded and jaded
the world will never know what has fallen