His awareness,
The absence of his identity, left him grasping for air
With nothing to cling to but the chains.
He found reprieve in the confines,
Suspended, holding onto that line,
Felt like he was holding his life.
Comforted, by the strain,
Tense shoulders, the activation,
Muscles, trained to remain, ready and braced.
The world kept spinning, people still lived,
The world kept spinning, moments.
Piercing through the shadows,
A flame so bright,
As if the sun came to earth,
In the middle of the night.
For a moment, I was blinded,
Forgotten by the light,
Once again blighted,
By the creatures of my mind.
His awareness,
It's time to give in.
It's time to give in.
It's time to let go,
Of that thin little line, your desire for life.
His persuasion - salvation.
May 6
May 6, 2026 at 3:22 PM UTC
His awareness,
The absence of his identity, left him grasping for air
With nothing to cling to but the chains.
He found reprieve in the confines,
Suspended, holding onto that line,
Felt like he was holding his life.
Comforted, by the strain,
Tense shoulders, the activation,
Muscles, trained to remain, ready and braced.
The world kept spinning, people still lived,
The world kept spinning, moments.
Piercing through the shadows,
A flame so bright,
As if the sun came to earth,
In the middle of the night.
For a moment, I was blinded,
Forgotten by the light,
Once again blighted,
By the creatures of my mind.
His awareness,
It's time to give in.
It's time to give in.
It's time to let go,
Of that thin little line, your desire for life.
His persuasion - salvation.
