scream/fight/live

did you ever scream into the night air  

you could feel it scream 

back?

you ever gulp down your own fingers

to stifle it?

sadness is not wisdom!

she hisses in my ear

no, 

your perfect blue does not exist. 

it is not rare to be unhappy.

it only becomes worth noting

when you are dead. 

but i am not dead, 

at least not yet. 

and i'll enjoy the fight of living 

until i get too tired to go on.