Ground Zero

It’s ground zero in a small place in my head,
The war is almost complete between joy and sorrow,
And this I know and this I dread,
For joy there will be no tomorrow.

In the confines of my own white skull,
The battle rages onwards, towards ultimate victory.
Armed with emptiness and loneliness, sorrow takes it’s toll,
And defenseless with lack of hope, joy soon disappears; what a sick story.

I sing and dance to a song of suicide,
As the sorrow makes me wish for my death,
I long for a life of homicide,
Yet I still yearn for one more breath.

The smoke clears in my brain,
But the who is the victor I’m still unsure,
As of now I feel no pain,
But the pressure inside drives me insane.

Broken bottles and cigarette butts litter the floor,
Maybe I’ll feel better if I get outside,
I say to myself as I reach for the door,
But I find out I’m not in control, and from society I reluctantly hide.