I'm here to stay, but like in time
to fade away inside the crime
scene tainted by your touch
still tracking footprints on the ground.
I'm here today inside your mind
and fear the things I knew I'd find.
Inside you hating life so much
as peace cannot be found.
Now I'm spinning downward quickly,
without winning, dead or sickly,
grinning, falling deeper
into thoughts scared to explore.
My brain is throbbing, pounding,
robbing us of daily grounding
as I'm dreaming vastly deeper
into nightmares dreamt before.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 1:17 AM UTC
I'm here to stay, but like in time
to fade away inside the crime
scene tainted by your touch
still tracking footprints on the ground.
I'm here today inside your mind
and fear the things I knew I'd find.
Inside you hating life so much
as peace cannot be found.
Now I'm spinning downward quickly,
without winning, dead or sickly,
grinning, falling deeper
into thoughts scared to explore.
My brain is throbbing, pounding,
robbing us of daily grounding
as I'm dreaming vastly deeper
into nightmares dreamt before.
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