Paranoia

Time has crossed past endurance
into darkened showers of pain
The leaves lay dead to mock
the beauty of the autumn chill
Books gather dust, with quills broken
Shards of glass, shattered to pieces
share fates with my bleeding womb
Alas I weep to the broken reflections.

Must I burden this swamp to
to hear voices into the night?
Separated from the beating love
i drown in calm tempests
A wish I plea to bargain with him
Born to live, may silence be heard.