I am everything and I am nothing
a tightrope of tension between us
I can't breathe, my chest a furnace
all of these words spilling out of me
black smoke in my eyes
you are everything and you are nothing
a sidewalk to the dead end
you can't backtrack now
I'm siezing on the floor
but you're just counting how many times
my body jumps
like pain is a contest
and you're the referee
as you stare down at me
I can feel it
I can feel it
the hand of God against my throat
everything.
nothing.
Aug 3, 2016
Aug 3, 2016 at 5:20 PM UTC
I am everything and I am nothing
a tightrope of tension between us
I can't breathe, my chest a furnace
all of these words spilling out of me
black smoke in my eyes
you are everything and you are nothing
a sidewalk to the dead end
you can't backtrack now
I'm siezing on the floor
but you're just counting how many times
my body jumps
like pain is a contest
and you're the referee
as you stare down at me
I can feel it
I can feel it
the hand of God against my throat
everything.
nothing.
