Windows rusted shut. Unbreakable glass. The hammer has fallen and is so heavy to pick up now. Hanging in the closet. Tossing and turning. Negativity fills her trunk. Drowning in pain. Blood rust. When will it end. Suffocation.. How do you break the chains that bind your hands?
One breath. Last night was something but nothing in the same respect. Trying to erase from brain waves. Drowning in something she wants but can't have. Dissection. Where does the road lead to now? We are all someone's karma. Mix the chemicals. Are we our own Karma? Mix the chemicals..
The ties that bind are so heavy they exhaust every breath and step that is taken. Betrayal is something new. Safety in numbers was never her motto. The dance is hers alone. The night is dark and cold. You can see your breath for days. Your blood grows cold. Your veins shrink and for a mere second you see the light of what is to be and you are blinded by the darkness again. Can someone pull the hand from the quicksand? Sinking deeper and deeper. Where does the sand take you? Only in a dream it will take you to other worlds, times, maybe a different chance at life... But there are no what ifs. Reality takes its chains and lashes out on you as hard as she can.
Where do you go when you can run from a chain that is miles long? Take action? Maybe or not. Rock the boat? What will it take.. Bruises, wounds, scars.. The wheels burn.. Slipping away. Creation in her own head. Something is gonna break and where to do go from there? Do you take on what you caused? Imagine. Or just do. Mysteries of tomorrow may be solved today.
Believe in God, believe in yourself, Beyond the light of day the devil dances to a new tune but he is only in your head. Creating your own pain and dragging others through the mud. kindness was never a word in your vocabulary. What screwed you up in the first place? Vanished soul I can see right through you. Transparent. The maze is just the circle you created in your head and you like to drag others in and keep them there as prisoners in your own game, your own pain, but what happens when one finds their way out of the maze. maybe something in the mist lead them out of your maze and gaze. Your strangle hold is no more.
And when all the secrets are out and said and done; will you run from here to there and there to here? The rainbow is not as long as it appears to be. There is no pot of gold at the end of the rainbow. Just the straight jacket you put yourself into in your own head. She will not play your game anymore. Neither will he. Bounce bounce bounce... Damages awarded do not remotely equal the damage that will be caused and that was caused. Recidivism. You will never learn. The history will keep repeating itself. The cell is slowly calling your name so the more you return to what you are the cell will be closer and closer each time.
You will drown yourself and run again. This life was never yours... Suffocation
