I’m having second thoughts
About what I want.
See, I keep falling for the same shots,
The same taunts.
It’s not a game anymore.
Where did I lose track of time?
I feel everything and nothing
In a single heartbeat.
Why don’t I bleed still?
Following through, wall to wall,
I walk the shortest path.
I cut my hair, I change my name,
But somehow you keep finding me.
I need to dig deeper than I ever have
To find what’s left and see if I can
Laugh it back to life.
Where am I?
This place is unlike any that I’ve seen.
It’s seems, though, that I’ve been
Dust floats along the streams of light
Through the cracks in the boarded windows.
I peak outside.
I see myself.