(under) statements

we are all running from something

because we are all mad here

trying to breathe in this atmosphere

before we disappear 

slipping through our own fingers

like a castle of sand among memories in the wind 

we are all dealing with ghosts and demons

yet some pretending there is nothing going on

trying not to level up on insanity

before we get to the bottom to be

crying inside out while in disguise

like heavy clouds bringing the sunlight to its demise

sometimes we have a choice

we just can not see

for a number of emotions

for a waning phase reason

for the never ending disturbing cycles

the abuse that alter synapsis and smiles 

too damned inside your own head to wake up 

from the nightmare of a lifetime 

too alienated immersedly driven by a fast dopamine hit 

to believe in anything that may appear as a hoping aim

although nothing or no one can save us

somehow we need to surrender and open our bleeding hearts to let them heal