Fog in my head
Threads turning thin
Thoughts try to rise
Static kicks in
Gray in my chest
Cold in my lung
Words try to form
Die on my tongue
Mind like a wire
Sparks when I breathe
Truth tries to speak
Can’t even leave
Steps in a haze
Lost in the blur
Shadows ahead
Moving before
Dreams in a drift
Fading too slow
Answers appear
Then tell me no
I reach for a thought
It slips like a lie
Falls through my hand
Refuses to try
Fog in my pulse
Fog in my name
Fog in the place
I hide all my shame
Static that hums
Static that stays
Static that eats
The edges of days
And I stand inside
This quiet disease
Where my mind should speak
But drops to its knees