Forgotten days in a slumber,
No matter what I do I can’t remember
And it’s killing me on the inside.
Lately I kill myself to cope, my self homicide
Cuz’ I keep on breathing and screaming.
I walk a path of no return with bells a ringing.
Looking for some way back home
Where I don’t feel my heart’s wound.
A lazy afternoon tossing rocks across water
But every single one sinks without a skip.
My heart suffers the weight. Trying harder
In denial of the fear as I fall on a spear’s tip.
The Sun dips below the horizon with it’s own grace
Never concerned with reason. In this Season
Before Winter the days shorten. No long day race
To dissuade me from mending. Winter is evident of my treason.
The Summer burns away my false skin showing
A stitched up heart beating oh so slow ‘n steady.
I feel everything. This anxiety builds up inside of me
And at any moment I might just tear out my heart.
Soon the first frost will cover every bare nerve.
My chilled blood residing in my heart will circulate and start.
Old scars reopen. I remember everything but I must change from inside.
This time is my reset. A day I can find somewhere for my heart to reside.