Everyone feels,
Insane sometimes,
But I can't keep going.
Going from heart attacks,
To flatlines.
It can't always be between,
Destruction or suicide.
It can't always be about,
The hunt or hide.

I've got to have a moment,
A moment where I'm doing,
More than breathing,
Less than grieving.
Where I'm okay and at peace,
Where I can watch the panic,
Simply cease.

I can't keep fighting for my life,
Or being bored out of my mind.
There has to be something,
To which I am blind.
A hidden feeling of calm,
In which I can reside.
Keep running,
Stop moving,
Just let it all die.
Keep striving,
You must keep,
Surviving.

My existence cannot be dependent,
On heart attacks and flatlines,
Acts of heroism and filthy crimes.
My force cannot be driven,
By explosions and flickering flame,
Or stabbing agony and the numbing lame.
I cannot save all while I fade,
I can't always be the one,
Driving this unstoppable cascade.
Give me a break before I break,
Make sure to take what you can take,
Before I fall into oblivion for your sake.
Enough is enough,
But is it enough to keep me awake?
© Kenny Phoenix