I know some days can be a fight with thoughts such as those

And I know how they can swim like a shoal of Pirannah 

So sometimes the only thing to do is breathe

To not be deceived

Less the shoal spread to the gut

For then your fucked

And sometimes the only thing to be done is to lie down in silence

To wrestle the violence 

Listen and wait for beloved fate

Breathing blue and exhaling black

Until you slowly softly drift back 

~ G McK