A snippet of thought

A snippet of thought

I try to live in my head each day,
reliving memories in a disorganized way.
I bring myself to the bottomless site,
and climb myself back up to some light.
This one called solitude eludes my view,
consistently he shades my internal review.
Silence she accompanies my every move,
she is completely in control of my groove.
My heart beat follows her thoughts wants,
pacing rhythms to the edge where death taunts.
With those two I except and believe,
at times because I forget to breathe.
When the darkness tricks a dream,
I awaken to a soundless scream.
The silence she is by my side,
confused if I have already died.
Why am I still here able to think,
the edge is but the length of a blink.
I try living in my head each day,
it's not a comforting place to stay.