Buzzing, itching, crowded mess.
Pounding, pounding, in my head.
Nothing matters, not anymore.
It never did, never at all.
Slowly sinking, drowning, cold.
I think I'm starting to lose my hold.
My grip on reality is wearing thin.
It's time I let the demons in.
Sep 16, 2015
Sep 16, 2015 at 5:26 PM UTC
Buzzing, itching, crowded mess.
Pounding, pounding, in my head.
Nothing matters, not anymore.
It never did, never at all.
Slowly sinking, drowning, cold.
I think I'm starting to lose my hold.
My grip on reality is wearing thin.
It's time I let the demons in.
