Can I skip ahead in line, please?
Surely You can see ..
Plans haven't been going as planned
I've been roaming endlessly
I need not to say my goodbyes
They've waived me that dance, You see -
I tried jumping out of Earth last time
But I just fell back into the seas
It's like swimming in oceanic galaxies
Suffocating on infinite catastrophes
Just as my head reaches the surface
The heavens collapse over me
They say I know nothing of my tears -
Nor of the world I sense or feel
So they caged me deep within their ribs, You see -
They claim it is safer in here ..
My breaths are only fading, inside
My eyes have not the strength to seek -
The light on the other side of their flesh -
Of their flesh in which they buried me
So I have been roaming endlessly ..
Wounded. Lost. Cannot breathe ..
Befriended by tears. Blinded. I know not of sleep
I see souls in a queue not ready to leave;
They have exhales from inhales yet to be breathed
But I'm just an ink-less broken feather
Over papers I weep
I cannot write down my sorrows
But I'm sure, You can see ..
I'm ready to die oh Lord!
Can I skip ahead in line, please?
Nov 16, 2016
Nov 16, 2016 at 8:22 PM UTC
Can I skip ahead in line, please?
Surely You can see ..
Plans haven't been going as planned
I've been roaming endlessly
I need not to say my goodbyes
They've waived me that dance, You see -
I tried jumping out of Earth last time
But I just fell back into the seas
It's like swimming in oceanic galaxies
Suffocating on infinite catastrophes
Just as my head reaches the surface
The heavens collapse over me
They say I know nothing of my tears -
Nor of the world I sense or feel
So they caged me deep within their ribs, You see -
They claim it is safer in here ..
My breaths are only fading, inside
My eyes have not the strength to seek -
The light on the other side of their flesh -
Of their flesh in which they buried me
So I have been roaming endlessly ..
Wounded. Lost. Cannot breathe ..
Befriended by tears. Blinded. I know not of sleep
I see souls in a queue not ready to leave;
They have exhales from inhales yet to be breathed
But I'm just an ink-less broken feather
Over papers I weep
I cannot write down my sorrows
But I'm sure, You can see ..
I'm ready to die oh Lord!
Can I skip ahead in line, please?
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