He Still Insists He Sees the Ghosts

Stretched and strained of simple mind
Too far gone to process
I feel your consolation
Through the sting of talking's carress
If this latest assault is not
Enough to make your head sway
Then know fate's stammer forms a sign
There's nothing left to say

The seal lies broken
The fuse blown past forgotten
Aging thoughts of purity
Count days until they're rotten
I blaame what cannot
Be proven or discounted
Evidence looms inside
The darkness that has mounted

I pound my fists again
Towards the ones who will not hear
I shout a plea again
And yet I cannot say it
I pound my fists again
Until my hand starts bleeding
I stand and run again
Yet never feel I'm fleeing

There's no comfort in chaos
Yet reason leads to madness
I know the answer calls me
But no voice breaches sadness
Christened at the bottom
To reach heights unknowing
Offers little comfort when I
Know not which way I'm going

You cannot understand
How much I wish to break
I'm allergic to your sympathy
And sneeze so hard my shoulders ache
The seal lies broken
The fuse now blown in two
My mind leaks its contents slowly
Quite afraid of what they'll do