I shout out, no one hears me though
So I get angry, rage rises from the depths below
Until I realise no sound actually came out
And the silence is just an echo of my fears and doubt.
I’m mad at the world, or just mad, at the world.
Inevitably growing into something I fear, old.
Cold and dark inside, as I turn like a rolling barrel
Upon my own temple, soon to be in drenched apparel
Like the one who made the sacrifice, I hold the tools
And as the liquid seeps down my stepped throat like wolves
Taking their last prey, before they transform into dust
What started out as puppy love becoming dogged lust
Dismay as doors close behind me and I stare at locked window
I have to take the highs to not want to be below.
What floor am I on, I lost count at my first misstep.
A choice, is dawning, it’s ours, all times I’ve wept
No one spots the mistakes but me and all, who I decide
On the dance, flaw, I’ll accept it without damaged pride
But I lie on the ground, raw emotion prevents the truth.
And I was told to leave them behind like a baby tooth
I should put on the crown, be a king with a smile
When my numbers are up, I’m beginning to dial.
And so I please beg you to notice the ways
Of the ones who breathe in through the smoke and the haze
And not just assume when they say it’s all fine.
That the full stop does not mean the end of the line