I do not know why I hold the past close
With a firm clutch desperate and cold
Or the reason why welcoming new is hard
Along with getting rid of the old

I cannot gain control of my brain or heart
Or anything, I can barely move my hands
And only to write, other than that my body
Gives into emotions nightly demands

I did not choose this stubborn whirlwind
That has me reeling up and discarded down
My thoughts an unstable ocean
Pulling me under waves to drown

I bottled my flames in glass
So you wouldnt get burned by brutal heat
When I did you were left frigid temperarure and smoldering land to warm your feet

Even 23 years later
I am unaware of my blind spots
Over time they have grown larger
Due to copius drinks and ****** shots

Flaws hang heavy, coated in silver
Attracting people with a shine i haven't got
I admit my sincere beasts are pretty
Darkness that accompanies them is not