inevitable.

i've been chasing shadows and listening to echoed whispers.
as high as i try to climb, my head always weighs me down.
with a heavy face in these palms, i wish i could claw it off and gnaw on the hanging skin.
painless now.
with a heavy heart in this chest; hopeless now.
i could care less how things turn out.
all i can do.
the day always starts with sunlight.
and ends with silence and still darkness.