TOO MUCH.
He’s awake now, struggling now, breathing now, living now.
And it’s too much too late, don’t know how much of this I can take.
There’s not enough of me left now.
Breaking seems evident, a tornado in a bottle’s neck.
Choking on the words left unsaid, I am ****** and I am dead.
Family’s fine, too much too hold. Too much to hope for.
You couldn't help, you’d be better off dead.
Been screaming on the inside,
words tumbling black and slick from broken lips.
Keep it in, keep it concealed.
They can’t know what you feel.
The demon’s back and I’m going under.
This storm won’t be contained anymore.
The tidal wave’s heading towards the shore.
I don’t have that much to give.
Take it all before I resist.
Too much too soon, too little too late.
Spread myself thin for the past few days.
Nothing left but stained glass hearts and swollen throats.
No outlet for a soul like mine. It’s too dark to find me inside.
The screams come louder bringing blood.
Sob on for every tear, where the forest meets it’s end. Cry on for the memories.
The grandson you can’t help, the child you let go to hell, the grand daughters you never knew.
This is your ending demon.
No time could ever make you wise,
what god are you to fall again?
This is your ending demon,
now you get to watch them die.
*You deserve this.
