no heroes

there are hints
of a broken world
inscribed in the raptures of a dim sky
as a cowering body exhales a flood of
despair
- cornered and losing control

i am a collective of shattered souls
that have lost their way home

there are distortions on the surface
and complete disarray beneath;
we have no such thing as beautiful sorrow
in the coarse textures of my world

i try to balance on my mind
and its calamities
but i am drunk on a numbing affliction
excruciatingly dry
on the length of my thoughts

and i am free-falling
through a self-exhumed abyss

i can hear them -

calling me back
to a familiar place
where all is black
and soundless

muted screams
clawing at my eyes