Sunbaked streets
Home
It's a state of mind
Not a place I recognize
And this mind lives alone
Amidst hostile interiors
And foreign exteriors
The pounding heart
Sends the blood spinning
Death spiralling
The mirror broke when it met my eye
I forget the time
And I disappear
Somewhere between
What is happening
And what has been
It feels like drowning
In a muddy lake
Where the water thick clogs the lungs
Makes you suffocate with the anger
Of a thousand burning suns
And darkness does not bring silence
When eyes close nothing is mended
And cold hands refrain from taking hold
There's a tear and I'm beginning to see it
I think I'm lost
Somewhere between dreams and reality
Losing sense of which is what
And I'm terrified of waking up
Aug 2, 2018
Aug 2, 2018 at 11:46 AM UTC
Sunbaked streets
Home
It's a state of mind
Not a place I recognize
And this mind lives alone
Amidst hostile interiors
And foreign exteriors
The pounding heart
Sends the blood spinning
Death spiralling
The mirror broke when it met my eye
I forget the time
And I disappear
Somewhere between
What is happening
And what has been
It feels like drowning
In a muddy lake
Where the water thick clogs the lungs
Makes you suffocate with the anger
Of a thousand burning suns
And darkness does not bring silence
When eyes close nothing is mended
And cold hands refrain from taking hold
There's a tear and I'm beginning to see it
I think I'm lost
Somewhere between dreams and reality
Losing sense of which is what
And I'm terrified of waking up
