2:38pm
The words leave his lips
'Its not curable'
'It's not what we think it is'
The white noise rings in my ears
Explaining so much
The Fragility of self since the start
Exhaustion clinging at my frame
Like a piece of glass wrapped in paper
No support for myself
Overwhelming self doubt
To let you go and let you fly away
Contract signed with sin
And my feet overlapping
With this white noise inside my head
Stare locked with soil
Cut the cord and bury the hatchet
Allow the waves to quell
I loved you but I couldnt express
You had to leave i understand
Was it selfish, who knows? (Who knows)
This disease still lingers
It never becomes easy
Spikes and nails under bone
Movement becoming a limbo
Artwork hangs to halt the tears
A beige is on these walls
From a time begotten of myself
A wound that never heals
The smell of chlorine
A dull odur
Penetrates my senses
My eyes have started to roll
'Next patient please'
A sigh within their voice
Let me die in this fucking waiting room (bass d