Running around and around and around
Kicking up dust in my eyes
Choking on your mess and my hysteria
All I wish is to see the clear blue sky once again

I wanted to always see it with you

But you wouldn’t have it
No, you wouldn’t have it

Kicking up dust in my eyes
I’m choking, choking

Be still trembling nerves
Pounding heart, quiet now
Not another sound.

Excuse my mocking tone
And the shortness of breath
My mind is reeling
And my thoughts are clashing and toppling


Restrictions are mandatory thus
I’m making this a bit more
Complicated.

Rambling. Rambling.

Running from their sharpened claws.
Their blood stained breath.
Their never escaping hunger.

Writing in white,
with no recognition
No one notices
So oblivious.

Writing in white, I’m forgotten in the fog.

I am an illusion. I write my life in white

It is all in me yet seeping out.
Spilling onto the thick, clammy ground.
My motives gain no ambition
and I will toss my untruthful tactics into the abyss.

Exhausted, worn-out, pale and quick.
First sighted, then gone.
And again and again.

My fists are coming back to me torn and beaten.
My soul is attempting to return to me.

Torn and beaten.

There’s a rattle in my bones
and a coldness in my flesh.
I sit here on pins and needles waiting for you.

I’ll close my eyes and pretend you’re here with me.

You aren't really here with me though.
Aren’t you?