Time…
Forever following you
Eternally leading you
Always with you
Never needing you
Pushing
Pulling
Eventually bleeding you
Time…
_________________________
Evil shades omnipresent.
Demons within everyone.
Making it excruciating to trust.
Giving trust feels like readily agreeing to be buried alive.
It feels like trailing a noise behind you.
Leaves a insistent fear that out of nowhere your throat is going to be slashed.
I'm constantly trying to pick apart the truth from possible lies.
Exhausting.
Twisting and turning roads leading to more twists and turns.
Transforming my thoughts to jaded splitters.
Within the chaos I attempt desperately to tell one end from the other.
Try mightily to connect everything inside.
It's an unending walking nightmare.
It's a web of razor blades I can't escape.
A spider creeps closer.
Its going to devore my soul.
Please let it be quick I plead.
Wrapped tightly inside this razor sharp web.
Suffocating.
Bleeding out.
All I want is to be free of this torment but met with only resistance.
Please I pray to a god, I'm unsure I should trust, send help.
I can't do this alone.
Unfortunately my hamartia is I struggle to let anyone in.
I fight like it killing me, but constantly slamming doors in friendly faces.
Letting people in feels like a death sentence.
Like they have a loaded gun to me head.
It's irrational.
It's survival.
I need my walls.
I need my secrets even though I'm painfully aware the cost is too much.
I need my mask burned onto my face.
Help me....
Forever following you
Eternally leading you
Always with you
Never needing you
Pushing
Pulling
Eventually bleeding you
Time…
_________________________
Evil shades omnipresent.
Demons within everyone.
Making it excruciating to trust.
Giving trust feels like readily agreeing to be buried alive.
It feels like trailing a noise behind you.
Leaves a insistent fear that out of nowhere your throat is going to be slashed.
I'm constantly trying to pick apart the truth from possible lies.
Exhausting.
Twisting and turning roads leading to more twists and turns.
Transforming my thoughts to jaded splitters.
Within the chaos I attempt desperately to tell one end from the other.
Try mightily to connect everything inside.
It's an unending walking nightmare.
It's a web of razor blades I can't escape.
A spider creeps closer.
Its going to devore my soul.
Please let it be quick I plead.
Wrapped tightly inside this razor sharp web.
Suffocating.
Bleeding out.
All I want is to be free of this torment but met with only resistance.
Please I pray to a god, I'm unsure I should trust, send help.
I can't do this alone.
Unfortunately my hamartia is I struggle to let anyone in.
I fight like it killing me, but constantly slamming doors in friendly faces.
Letting people in feels like a death sentence.
Like they have a loaded gun to me head.
It's irrational.
It's survival.
I need my walls.
I need my secrets even though I'm painfully aware the cost is too much.
I need my mask burned onto my face.
Help me....