What I Breath

I step into the fire

But do not see the flames.

All I feel is the desire

To kiss the pain away.

This burning freeze

Like a Texan breeze

All over the ground

Beneath me.

The floor is lava

And I, a glacier

Causing steam to rise up

And challenge me.

The reality of this

Be not reality, but my head.

My disorder is screaming

And having me thinking

Of such horrible things-

It has me reeling.

Laying deathly still in bed

All the while, writhing in my head

Fighting to get my brain back.

All efforts are useless

And I have been through this

A million more than I can count.

I'd rather be dreaming

Of more pleasant things than screaming.

Like breathing, the sun, and joy.

But all I see,

When I close my eyes

Is chaos as Queen

And everyone dies.