Cease & Desist

I hate my mind shouting over the noises and the pills I pour in to drown out the storms. I hate the echoes reverberating off the silence. The memories sliding around. Feathers, weightless, floating over one another. Cobwebs, heavy with death. I hate the paranoia gripping me tight. I hate the ever present voices leaving me restless and alone and awake. And the buzzing that seems to pulse from my veins to my heart, feeding it, rather than it feeding me. And I hate the crashing and spinning and the never-ending, aching bruising and careening longing that never seems to leak out of my faucet-like eyes and brittle, dried out bones.