I always keep coming back
This feeling controls me
It has a hold on me
The pedals always fly away
But still I stay
No matter how much time I spend
It will always end.
The clouds filter to clear
But the end is still always near.
I'm choked, strangled, and thrown away.
I'm nothing but a used rag,
With that odor that lingers.
I reek of hopeful beginnings,
And tragic endings.
Yet I still come back.
As if nothing before matters.
It couldn't be sadder.
The angels above me laugh,
I struggle to find myself
In this black world.
I am the darkest shade of blue
With heart filled of yellow.
But in this black world,
No one can see blue this dark.
It is impossible to really see my yellow.
Open your eyes.
Look closer.
Look deeper.
I'm there.
Don't you see?
I'm addicted to this rich red feeling.
It surrounds me like a thick soft blanket.
It's so cold out.
I need it.
But you see,
This blanket isn't really here.
I use it to hide.
Cover me in red so I can hide.
I hope you don't mind for now.
I know it won't last.
This is just a fact.
My mind is beginning to wonder.
Will I ever sit still?
Will this evil pain ever burn out?
Or will it take over;
Turning me to ashes ?
Blow me away like a dandelion.
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