Somewhat Peculiarly Viewed Behavior...

Just above the pavement where my mind walks Stret​ches​ a painful vista of devastat​ing​ talks My life's loneliness, my heartache's wrecks Im followed by a shadow of ruins on my treks I'm void of sounds of inner feelings my own Only the stillness of my emotional catacomb My footsteps toward reality fall dull and weak Silenced on a deserted sidewalk bleached and bleak A funeral procession of my inner inhibition smiles Seemingly interminable, they stretch for miles My unheard screams echo against a dead end wall I have fallen; only to see the black and blue horizon call I bleed as I get to my knees, trying to see the light Only, in a sadden melancho​ly​ way, am shuttere​d​ in tight Life's constant haunting in constant pursuits heat Climbing the darkness, its task is to cover my retreat Still running, as-if incapable of fatigue from labour As i am perceived as somewhat peculiarly viewed behavior I, at last, discover that my soul is wasting away The last bits of my life are finally exhausted, affray I am relieved, i no longer have to guard my sanity's grace What's left of me moves aimlessly though time and space Nothings no longer needed for life to render its triumph about No peace will ever be made with this infamous invader about So as I sit in my solace of silence so loud in my head I'm happy to miss the night and sleep all day instead Painfully the day passes on, an epitaph in the diary of time Reluctantly I find I'm at the end of my rhyme....