Barriers are high and mighty today
Dark envelopes are being posted
Fate is numbered in tally marks that sound like nail scratchings on slate.

The knife sticks into the same spot in my chest
and the wound is never given the chance to heal.
The day is spent slipping further into venomous unrest
where the hooded dark circle is waiting to swallow my sight and break my seals.

My fingers are fraying at the ends and the blood is travelling backwards,
If i could see it, I would say it is blue.
How many rocks could have been ingested
to weigh me down so mightily that i cant move.
The curtains fall down dark and with a dominant purpose
however, Act One never seems to finish.
Gravity drags my lungs down to my feet
where a puddle of my former self has formed.

*Faith has gone and I feel like I am trapped like this forever