She says, "Go on, tell me."
So I do, I talk about these devils.
That sudden swarm inside,
I speak of the paralyzing misbeat
Of a stressed out chest.
"That's your anxiety?"
It takes me over, controls me,
Helpless behind a steering wheel
Of a maniac's mania driven horror
But I'm stuck for the ride.
"And who is this other?"
Nameless. Just a foul thing.
There were others, masks
A sea of voices, drowning me out
High tide and its sink or swim
"Go on."
When I'm calm, its quiet.
But I know they slither on,
The engrainimg entrenching thoughts
Of cruelty thats not my own.
"You're afraid?"
I'm wandering about the darkness
With fiendish things in mind
A pitiful puppet of anxiety
Waiting for the end of times
Aug 14, 2017
Aug 14, 2017 at 11:02 AM UTC
She says, "Go on, tell me."
So I do, I talk about these devils.
That sudden swarm inside,
I speak of the paralyzing misbeat
Of a stressed out chest.
"That's your anxiety?"
It takes me over, controls me,
Helpless behind a steering wheel
Of a maniac's mania driven horror
But I'm stuck for the ride.
"And who is this other?"
Nameless. Just a foul thing.
There were others, masks
A sea of voices, drowning me out
High tide and its sink or swim
"Go on."
When I'm calm, its quiet.
But I know they slither on,
The engrainimg entrenching thoughts
Of cruelty thats not my own.
"You're afraid?"
I'm wandering about the darkness
With fiendish things in mind
A pitiful puppet of anxiety
Waiting for the end of times
