ButrosButros_Grantos
Bluelighter
It's collapsing all around me,
from the vibrating mirrors,
to things jumpinging into focus.
My head is composed of hundreds of parts;
I'm a Newton's cradle...
It wouldn't be so bad perhaps,
if the floor would just stop crawling
or my body would stop screaming:
"There's something wrong with me,
to the doctor!"
But I can pretend, that I'm okay,
even if the people on the train,
whisper otherwise to one another.
I wonder how their conspiracy began?
They seek to discredit me...
I'll bide my time, in a body that doesn't fit.
Peeling away the outer layers,
trying to make more room.
I'll just wait until they slip up,
or I do...
from the vibrating mirrors,
to things jumpinging into focus.
My head is composed of hundreds of parts;
I'm a Newton's cradle...
It wouldn't be so bad perhaps,
if the floor would just stop crawling
or my body would stop screaming:
"There's something wrong with me,
to the doctor!"
But I can pretend, that I'm okay,
even if the people on the train,
whisper otherwise to one another.
I wonder how their conspiracy began?
They seek to discredit me...
I'll bide my time, in a body that doesn't fit.
Peeling away the outer layers,
trying to make more room.
I'll just wait until they slip up,
or I do...
