Out of my soul.
This world's defeated.
Growing gets old.
I do not wanna be this.
I've got a friend.
We've got a secret.
Tell me tell me, my baby-
Now what are you feeling?

It's the white and black panic attacking back at me
Anxiety smacks a crack in my cranium
Titanium strength and resistance splits into
Blurred vision-
Was a visionary for religion.
I ditched it, admit that I miss it, but this is
The dismissive kiss off my fingertips. With
Big lips on a mouth with a tongue thirsty for solace
And stable walls to hold it all together.
Whether it's the back-breaking, ground-shaking calm of whatever,
Or the never never say never, you're ever-changing
It chains me to an unreal reality.
*Am I really existing?