They'll tell you you can do anything you want to
But that's not the truth
I can't fly to the moon
Or **** the demons that live in my chest
I can't rid myself of the dark clouds that surround me
Or quell the fire of anxiety that burns in my stomach
I live a life enslaved by her wounds on my psyche
It is a chasm I am afraid to cross but cannot afford to stagnate
If you look down, you will falter
And into the jaws of the monsters you shall fall
Only to be lysed away and forgotten.
Your smile will be the first to fade
Then the shine inside your eyes
You will go gray, and cold
Wrapped in infinite sweaters; a body in hiding
You will forget how it feels to laugh, to grow
Then the warmth across your skin
You will forget how life feels without the bites
As your cells fall apart
You will fall and crumple to the red dirt
Unable to find the strength to lift yourself up and clean yourself off
Eventually you will become nothing
But an abstract coil of love and passion
From a body that is no more
But your heart shall bear the damage and never cease to beat again
Even after the beast has swallowed you up
And you've become one with the monster's jaws
Jan 5, 2020
Jan 5, 2020 at 2:23 AM UTC
They'll tell you you can do anything you want to
But that's not the truth
I can't fly to the moon
Or **** the demons that live in my chest
I can't rid myself of the dark clouds that surround me
Or quell the fire of anxiety that burns in my stomach
I live a life enslaved by her wounds on my psyche
It is a chasm I am afraid to cross but cannot afford to stagnate
If you look down, you will falter
And into the jaws of the monsters you shall fall
Only to be lysed away and forgotten.
Your smile will be the first to fade
Then the shine inside your eyes
You will go gray, and cold
Wrapped in infinite sweaters; a body in hiding
You will forget how it feels to laugh, to grow
Then the warmth across your skin
You will forget how life feels without the bites
As your cells fall apart
You will fall and crumple to the red dirt
Unable to find the strength to lift yourself up and clean yourself off
Eventually you will become nothing
But an abstract coil of love and passion
From a body that is no more
But your heart shall bear the damage and never cease to beat again
Even after the beast has swallowed you up
And you've become one with the monster's jaws
