is this the sweet breath that takes me away?
and when it fills me it feels like a stray -
unwelcome and demure; it infiltrates
somehow a villain with sweeter traits
someone should tell me
someone should tell me if
there was a high
that i could cling to
to help me survive -
the thoughts i’m given
were tainted at best
so now i’ve got
this pain in my chest
it goes..
tension is building; bones start to rust
uncontrolled, reckless, beat to a pulp
it seems to own me, im being held by the scruff
just let it go, enough is enough
someone should tell me
someone should tell me if
there was a high
that i could cling to
to help me survive
the thoughts i’m given
were tainted at best
so now i’ve got
this pain in my chest
it goes..
oh, the withering never goes away
oh, it haunts me in the back of my brain
oh, it bites at every wounded place
and oh, it’s tired of being in a cage
someone should tell me
someone should tell me if
there was a high
that i could cling to
to help me survive
the thoughts i’m given
were tainted at best
so now i’ve got
this pain in my chest
it goes..
its mind games
like bike rides with no breaks;
tired eyes,
peeling open every moment im awake
screeching tires
full speed send
into a dead end; a decadent ending to a
decade of dreary nothing-
processing that my words were just programmed to be sullen
sinking into
a pitiful abyss
reminiscent and reflective
of the past i witnessed
it holds me to the bottom of a heavy pool
it holds me to the bottom of a heavy pool