freeze dried rind of heart
hands are cold, i just got home
i cant feel, everything is distraction
sweet regret
long felt regard for nothing
not knowing what is wrong
thinking something is
call for an answer, nothing in return
what to do do do
stop for a moment to think out loud
caught again by the shine
i want to, want it now, want is need
i type to keep busy
cant stop for long
keep getting up. i know where they are
i know i am at home
i know where they are
i know i am not alone
i feel where they were
who took my escape?
theres always another
i wont get it, cant, dont let me
fingers are cold.
i want to warm them up
typing keeps me down, down
i want to step back
let myself heal
pain over pain over pain
recycled emotion, again and again
ecology turned inward
waste not my thoughts, once bad always in
slavia builds up. cant swallow now
think, thinking, my thoughts
undone, organization is not found
where is my mind?
where is who i used to be?
sadly i was always this way
no change
standstill
static
constant
nothing should be
i am anomaly
cut away to find
what makes me, me