Tick tock I hear the clock. Sweating and flaming inside the sheets, when will this nightmare become what it truly is, a dream. Not reality.
I can't awaken, not even after my best pinch, as I fall deeper into my fear I quickly realize I'm on stage. Performing for just one in the crowd, finally feeling deep inside the cringe.
Naked and afraid on the inside, appearing confident and sculpted from outside, as if made of clay.
Melting away by the second from the constant flames, liquid drops falling to the floor splashing, and crashing, as we do what seems like play.
****** ambitions always stay, but true love and relationships float away.
I can't hold onto how, or keep fighting this fight. This is just the present situation, and this girls heart won't stay together tonight.
Smashing and crumbling hearts to pieces becoming a normal routine, where the true effect is slid beneath the rug, beneath the feet of where we're *******.
Changing myself, evolving into a new chapter and turning a page.
Tired of this ****, the feeling of rage from being in a locked cage.
I will break free of this war I wage.
I will break free and stop my irrational jeer, finally, I will celebrate the moment with this lady, not the nightmare.