Watch the world spin,
slowly turning,
me around.
I'm stuck in motion,
so much choking,
that i've found.
My eyes can't see,
what's in front of me,
and im scared,
of what it could be.
All there is,
are,
chaotic eyes,
messed up minds,
disgruntled faces,
but moving grace.
The pain is real,
the thought is clear,
fear races through my
soul.
Rabid mouths,
twisted words,
raking gaze,
control has changed.
It plants a seed,
for fear to grow,
not into a flower,
but a ****.
The **** needs to be,
plucked out of the ground,
quickly.
If time could move slow,
then I would dodge,
all the hate.
But I can't freeze time,
I can't reverse it,
i'm stuck in a moving,
time zone,
where I always find,
my worst enemies,
who always have,
chaotic minds,
gripping hands,
frozen faces,
empty stares.
The Pain is real,
it's all they feel,
and it burns
into their souls.
But,
what I see now,
there is good.
And they have,
Pretty eyes,
beautiful minds,
a stable face,
and awkward grace.
There's no pain here,
and that's what I feel,
and it fills my soul,
with hope.
Joyous mouths,
encouraging words,
a soft gaze,
control has changed,
again.