Routine fell wayside
Lost in time
Normal traces new sketches
A corner I've never seen
Leaning against scratchy walls
Scrapes my arm
Will my mind, never rests
Spring like shapes
Boing out of my ears
Lost in translation
Springing up new fears
Spirals with timid edges
Wrapped around ribcage
Spinning while I stand still
Indian burn covered body
Lungs smuggling air
But soon to get caught
Leaning against scratchy walls
At the speed my brain starts to rot
May 15, 2016
May 15, 2016 at 10:41 PM UTC
Routine fell wayside
Lost in time
Normal traces new sketches
A corner I've never seen
Leaning against scratchy walls
Scrapes my arm
Will my mind, never rests
Spring like shapes
Boing out of my ears
Lost in translation
Springing up new fears
Spirals with timid edges
Wrapped around ribcage
Spinning while I stand still
Indian burn covered body
Lungs smuggling air
But soon to get caught
Leaning against scratchy walls
At the speed my brain starts to rot
