Losing It Again
Losing it... things don't mean .
Can't just make it fit.
Take a knife and make a slit... no... won't do it.
Time to get lit.
Trust it. Don't know yet.
it. Not literally, ...
don't know yet...
gotta stand my ground, unstable,
it's gone, can't be found,
my mind isn't able, not alone...
A storms coming, clouds inbound,
find the cable, tie down, no sound...
take a number, sit down,
it's too late, too soon?
The alarms went off but clouds were already circling... this storm turned into a hurricane
don't want to feel anything ...
get rid of it all just to numb the pain,
Can't fix my heart or my brain..
too late, already ingrained.
Make me feel insane
scream it silently
it's all in vain...
time to let go
and let the others take control before i fumble...
sitting backseat watching the waters rise and buildings crumble...
the game plan was botched who dropped the ball?
I'm giving in before I fall.
I'm becoming locked inside my head but maybe it's for the best...
let the others take a turn while I try to get some rest.
Can they tell it's not me?
I guess we will see... set them free...
so mote it be.
Copyright © Onyx Perth | Year Posted 2024
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