I'm slightly insane
this shade of red and brown
it drags me down
the crusty earth of everything
of me,
of clay and tears
the fears are building up now
and i can't choke my song
even as i'm stranded here
i'm backed against the wall
last night' s dinner on the road
i sway and then i fall
Can it be the sympathy
that took me here, thus far
now i'm here alone
and i can barely stand against the waves
they drag me with the current
I can't even scream
or dream
I'm nothing now, it seems
a little bit like yesterday,
that everything's the same
the slightest bit tomorrow
that i'm the one to blame
dream or no,
friend or foe
i can tell the end
cracking on my head
and trickling down my neck, my spine
i close my eyes to keep it out
but it makes me shiver, still
I'm a little different, now
the slightest bit tomorrow
1 comment:
i like it.
now what did i tell you about that mantra, have you been saying it?
also, "trikling" is spelled trickling. you dropped the c.
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