My thoughts are louder than the
headphones in my ears, while I'm
Staring down the cliff face and
yelling "echo" through the fears.
But they're bouncing back and
beating against my face, which
Isn't my own, just a mask I've made
of paper and string and lace.
It's stuck there, covering my lips,
making me lie, changing the blips that
My radar is catching every day, while
sanity is beginning to sway
Against the endless tones
that aren't loud enough to drown
Out these dismal mental moans
screaming past my headphones.
Nov 15, 2014
Nov 15, 2014 at 8:13 PM UTC
My thoughts are louder than the
headphones in my ears, while I'm
Staring down the cliff face and
yelling "echo" through the fears.
But they're bouncing back and
beating against my face, which
Isn't my own, just a mask I've made
of paper and string and lace.
It's stuck there, covering my lips,
making me lie, changing the blips that
My radar is catching every day, while
sanity is beginning to sway
Against the endless tones
that aren't loud enough to drown
Out these dismal mental moans
screaming past my headphones.
