There’s four walls and a ceiling
A gaping hole in the ground
Creeping to the far corner afraid to make a sound
But soon my teeth start grinding as I welcome the pain
It shoots through my body, paralyzing, crippling me
It wipes my mind clean then screams into the silence
The thoughts that butcher me in my sleep
And sit with me in my seat
And hitch a ride on my shoulders as I walk down the street
Some nights I wonder why I can’t be a log
Just hit the ground and stay anything but awoke
Can’t slumber coz there’s a war up ahead that manages to pierce the center stage
And lay to waste every single beam that fights it’s way through the barren stage littered with carnage
It’s sits on my chest, sniggering
Push it away but it hugs me tighter
Some days I have some summer
Some days I have nada
Some days the glass is full
And others it’s just broken
I want to turn it off but that switch is just broken, or doesn’t exist or hiding in plain sight
Guess I’ll never know.
