Dementia, deja vu
It happened to me,
It could happen to you.
Bed sheets rake flesh,
High grade sand paper,
Blades dull and rust,
As if I held my breaking heart.
Whenever, wherever,
Brain signals fire, nothing is true
Walls close in, pain takes hold,
Insanity becomes the typical mold
Why can't I respect the flow?
So they say, just apart of the waves.
I wonder why I can never just chill out.
Nov 15, 2017
Nov 15, 2017 at 2:56 AM UTC
Dementia, deja vu
It happened to me,
It could happen to you.
Bed sheets rake flesh,
High grade sand paper,
Blades dull and rust,
As if I held my breaking heart.
Whenever, wherever,
Brain signals fire, nothing is true
Walls close in, pain takes hold,
Insanity becomes the typical mold
Why can't I respect the flow?
So they say, just apart of the waves.
I wonder why I can never just chill out.
Insane in the membrane, never normal, overbearing.
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