Holding on to the memories like a lifeline
Preventing me from the downfall to reality
This is the last strand of my sanity.
From the bright warm fields of babylon
I descend into the depths of the ocean.
Cold and frigid
Lifeless and sad.
Am I allowed to be mad?
A Heart snatched
Feelings still attached
My Mood trashed
For what?
Nothing.
Am I really guilty as sin?
Or is it just me
Forever falling short
Forever never enough.
Feb 8, 2025
Feb 8, 2025 at 8:08 AM UTC
Holding on to the memories like a lifeline
Preventing me from the downfall to reality
This is the last strand of my sanity.
From the bright warm fields of babylon
I descend into the depths of the ocean.
Cold and frigid
Lifeless and sad.
Am I allowed to be mad?
A Heart snatched
Feelings still attached
My Mood trashed
For what?
Nothing.
Am I really guilty as sin?
Or is it just me
Forever falling short
Forever never enough.