Over and Over Again Here it comes again This big black hole This void, this fog I’ve felt it before, this fear Confusing what is real, familiar – With something altogether far more sinister. I feel like I’m about to break, Something, Shaking over and over again, In this place it’s over and over again Or nothing. My passion, my ego – gone And it won’t stop pouring, rage, Wanting the world to shut up and stop, Dead. I wish there was an end point To stop me from crawling out of my skin, But I like it here, it’s cold and familiar – Like digging in the dirt during spring. But digging gets me down, And the walls begin to close And I’m afraid. I can’t fill the silence, I give in. I’ve felt this before, this fear, And fear is how I fall And I fear it’s never going to end – Insecure. Here it comes, again – This big black hole.
Posted on: Sun, 22 Sep 2013 18:47:19 +0000
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