Geometric shapes on the floor
***** sneakers, scuffs galore
Hunched over hiding from the light
Mocking from above, loud and bright
One dead flower in the bunch
It's subtle colors weren't enough
Only enough water in the vase
For those that grow steadily, a silent race
Fear lingering underneath fingernails
Ignoring grafitti and worthless details
Word's scratched into rusty stalls
Petals withering like leaves in the fall
Losing grips on whatever's real
Cut up fingers clutching the wheel
Guiding headlights through the night
Planning for later, hoping to die
Irritation stinging inside veins
Every voice seems to sound the same
Holding onto all this pain
Just to stay a little insane