rush me sound asleep
i feel like sound keeps me sane
the rain washes away the pain
down a deep and failing drain
it comes back up
back-washed with memories
through reminiscence
playback of my tragedies
rewinding
like the polar express exposé
filling my mind up with
rolling thoughts of self-destruction
rolling downhill
why doesn't this car
have a brake...
i guess you can't stop the
depression wants it gains some
leverage...

drowning in the sorrow
of yesterday
running back to beat me some more
life i'll never forget
encompassed in the sorrows of
EVERYday,
never a break