the world slides from underneath my feet
breaking my balance, leaving me weak
i grasp around for the roots i once knew
but everything’s burned, with nothing to lose
singed memories up in smoke
no feeling tonight, no traces of hope
i find myself falling into an abyss
death, anything, would be better than this
light a match, throw it somewhere
it goes out with the wind, into the air
i breathe in poison, my body grows limp
everything i see dims
i’d like to think i’d win
but the cycle will begin
again
every beginning has an end
the seconds on the clock drag its feet in the mud
as he approaches the windows tainted with blood
he wipes a drop of lemonade off his lip
not sweet, but sour, and mockingly drips
it’s burning
outside
but it’s burning
inside
he sweats away fear
sweats away tears
even the voice in my head.
what do i do wrong? i’m human.
