Departure
Departure
You could say I lost the plot
The plans I made from what I’m not
I think you know my blood is thick
On days when stares tell me i’m sick
My toes are cold in fallen snow
On mountain tops I used to know
The memories of better days
They fade away to sheets of gray
Parastesia to my thumbs
It feels so good to be this numb
With echoes crashing down the slope
I’m running out of ways to cope
Without a sound, it’s never real
No context for the ways I feel
I’m falling down the path I see
Like Silence screaming in my sleep
Don’t tell that it’s not so bad
I’m everything I never had
For every ghost that set me free
I’m thankful for those memories
My thickest skin will weather me
The drugs in me; my next decree
Don’t filter out this lonely heart
One day...
A place...
I won’t depart
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