When everything you touch
is all gone, turned to dust
where are you supposed to hide
from the monsters deep inside
They chase you in your sleep
you see them instead of sheep
you sleep upon the ashes
of your burned out mind
When every building is just rubble
inside your little bubble
where are you supposed to go
when nothing's left of your home
When every chance you get
you pick out the mistake
but you don't see it
until it is too late
will you fall, or will you run
try to escape your mind
for within your head lying cold and dead
is the body you left behind
Nov 7, 2017
Nov 7, 2017 at 11:10 AM UTC
When everything you touch
is all gone, turned to dust
where are you supposed to hide
from the monsters deep inside
They chase you in your sleep
you see them instead of sheep
you sleep upon the ashes
of your burned out mind
When every building is just rubble
inside your little bubble
where are you supposed to go
when nothing's left of your home
When every chance you get
you pick out the mistake
but you don't see it
until it is too late
will you fall, or will you run
try to escape your mind
for within your head lying cold and dead
is the body you left behind