Pause the thought in the middle of a free fall,
Grip every bond before it breaks down,
Energy focused on adding the last brick on the wall,
Denial makes a noise louder than silence's sound.
In your firm grip hold onto today,
Stretch the strings till you prolong the hours,
Riding on the back of sweet delay,
Let it take you to the place where you can cower.
And revel in the unhealthiest of routes,
Bobbing your head under the water,
Negotiating with your breaths on mute,
Reality can cough back to life later.
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Apr 14, 2016
Apr 14, 2016 at 3:25 PM UTC
Pause the thought in the middle of a free fall,
Grip every bond before it breaks down,
Energy focused on adding the last brick on the wall,
Denial makes a noise louder than silence's sound.
In your firm grip hold onto today,
Stretch the strings till you prolong the hours,
Riding on the back of sweet delay,
Let it take you to the place where you can cower.
And revel in the unhealthiest of routes,
Bobbing your head under the water,
Negotiating with your breaths on mute,
Reality can cough back to life later.
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