am i sleeping? is this a day dream?
my imagination is restless, it engulfs me
are you here? do you have something to tell me?
i don't know anything anymore..i'm too drained
too many expectations
vaguely uncertain to why this has become me
a withered vessel and no explanations
i don't want to be here, how do i change this?
i scratch away at the surface
stumble on scattered pieces
are these all my options? where are all my choices?
it's looking a bit cloudy in there
feeling a bit foggy in here
same ol' illusions and disappointed peers.
waiting for me to slip on a slope
waiting for me to cut with a knife
waiting for me to hang on a rope
to be continued..
Mar 16, 2018
Mar 16, 2018 at 10:45 PM UTC
the human soul is a treacherous place
he threw me here; my mission is to pretend..
pretend that the night has settled
pretend that this is the final stage
pretend that this is what it's meant to evolve into
pretend that i'm okay.
i watched the world give up on me
cored these lungs away.
cast me out to sea as if i were a mare human being
he took away what i thought wasn't much of a heart anyway.
heavenly to have a dark pit bestowed in me
heavenly to be carefree
but what am i supposed to do;
when the best part of me was always you?
-Inside H. Cranium
Jul 11, 2015
Jul 11, 2015 at 2:31 PM UTC