The Tracks of my Pain

Ashamedly I sit through this
And feel like I'm alright,
But in my head I know I'm not,
So I wait for it to bite...

That punching in my temples,
The gnawI got of denial -
The little men inside my mind,
They're waiting all the while
To pick up all their tiny tools
And bore into my brain -
To stab and poke at all my thoughts
Like an angry, storming train...

The tracks won't bend,
The steam won't vent,
The engine's burning red,
Like little reels of thunder storms
Rolling through my head...

Raining down into my spine
And stealing all control.
Making bones contort again,
Like wrapping round a pole...

Flex me in my agile sprint
Against the sands of time,
Moulding deep into the sift
My hands undo the mime...

That stutters in his graceful dance
And looks into my eyes -
He understands this total void
And helps me realise...

That ashamedly I sit through this
And feel like I'm alright,
But in my soul I know I'm not -
That u can't control this spite.