i am running in a tunnel
of dark black wind
and the end seems even blacker than the start
a black hole, a void
and nothing can keep us apart

dark thoughts oh so foreboding
mental images over loading
black seas with evil intent
troubled minds that need to vent
a race to the end of the line
a broken watch that still tells time
a contradiction within itself
a teddy bear sitting on a shelf
the man that waits around the corner
the girl who's tears label her as a mourner
the imposter we all came to trust
the lies so wet we all started to rust
the breeze that does not touches the leaves
the things we stole but blamed the thieves
legs that have no feet attached
dueling partners no one can match
the lost land with all our socks
the clocks that control our lives tick tock
the vile smells from our own history
the things we know but still call mystery
the key we need to believe
the air we want to be able to breathe
the right to write anything we want on paper
the poison we called a perfumed vapor
the reason we all need a savior
the children that were never taught proper behavior
the bold words spoke from weak hearts
the things so ugly but we still call them art
the trends that show on every face
the things that never found their place
the numbers we dialed over and over again
the words we wrote with pencil but erased with pen
the vacation to hells home
the trips you took all alone
the road that speak so much more than feet
the places we go the people we meet