Away Now

To quiet down your shouting phantoms,

you take a sip that stings your tongue.

The vivid images you won't forget,

the shaking limbs, the cold sweat,

the angry eyes, tattered voice:

this was a choice; this was a choice.

But louder still, the ghostly chants

of animus and nonsense rants

that ring in your ears, shot back to your brain,

the incantations of drudge and disdain. 

You start to think - you start to know:

it's time to go; it's time to go.

As the water rises to your lips,

you're free from inconsistencies and tics,

and thoughts line up like poetry

before dissolving to the sea. 

Something from nothing somehow:

you're away now; you're away now.

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"Your silver tongue, it masks your hungry hate, while your haggard heart whispers through its cracking cage. You still can change, you have to know, you still can change. I know, I know, for now I wanna be this way. This was a choice; this was never a mistake." Kevin Devine Brooklyn Boy

"There's something wrong with me. And it reads nothing like poetry. So will you love me in spite of these tics and inconsistencies? There is something wrong with me." Frightened Rabbit Dead Now