When the Dream is Chasing You
I slithered into the well bucket,
sinking deeper and deeper out of focus,
Self-healing with funneled darkness,
but I could only call it home
I huddled into the escape pod and retreated from the shuttle
but not because it was failing,
I just needed time to process
And I always wanted to know the feeling of running away from home
A regression of the ages,
Blinded by manufactured therapy pages
Your sick and twisted seduction
Exhausted like an alarm with no shrill
Use your crocodile tears as medicine to your petty candles
Before I snuff you like a film
As innocent as I felt I could be,
Gagged and bound by my anxiety,
Chasing after someone who didn't belong to me
And even though the cuts you drew were deep,
I couldn't tell because the bleeding painted me internally
And so I died the same way I crawled back to you;
Reluctantly and completely powerless
I threw pebbles at your window until I found a weakness
You brought a bad omen to a knife fight
But I remind you too much of dying to chose me over life
My intention got lost within the coils of the phone cord
I didn't drown, the surface froze above me
Manifesting tea parties at the ocean floor
After every scream fell unheard
But even a recollection of your rejection
Leaves me the same way you left me standing there;
Gutted like a pumpkin and unwilling to act like I don't care
And carve into me some more
It's not like I haven't found a weakness yet
You were my first,
I wasn't even in your little black book
Fool me once, shame on you
But I stopped counting after twice
You brought an open spirit box to a gunfight
But I remind you too much of dying to chose me over life
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