I can’t remember the words

I was born a choker.

 

I’m just a grenade

Throw me far away.

 

No-

Wait

Too late

 

Gone

Lost

Hopeless

 

Dream-world fantasies

Tortured symphonies

I’m suffocating

 

So I grab your hand

But I slip through

I’m passing through empty air

Were you ever there?

 

Now it’s just me and the darkness.

 

A hand brushes my throat

And I scream silently

 

No one can hear anything.

 

I don’t care if you’re real anymore.

Between reality and dreams is a swinging door.

 

I’m tired of screaming up here

But I will keep throwing my flares.

 

Anything to get out of the darkness.

 

I don’t want to hide, I want to be free

Jump off of a cliff and hope you catch me.

 

If a lifeline of hope dropped down to me

I could wait for the room to stop spinning.

 

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