The Needles Will Keep You

Sometimes it feels just like
I’m shoved against the walls inside
My head.

So I just run around
And try to drown the feelings that
I have.
--
I’m slipping from the edge
Of the cliffs I’ve made.

I’m falling underneath the shadows
Of my blockade.

The toxic air of my dreams
Blurs delusion.

And now I find myself
Stumbling at the illusion.
--
Can’t try to get away, the glass is made
So I can’t see
The world.

A stone inscribed with words is thrown right through my window,
But I cannot seem to make out all
The words.
--
I think I’m babbling
Every time I speak.

Can’t see the crisis that I’m
Going to have this week.

Throw me a dying wish
So I can make some life.

What if I’m stagnant;
Just been standing here the whole time?
--
I’ll tell you one more time
It is a crime to never say
My name.

Blame just the common thoughts,
Ideas and voices there to keep
You sane.
--
Escape formalities
When you’re losing grace.

I can see everything
Written on your whole face.

If you can hear the words
That I’m saying now,

Please takes the next few bits
As my solemn and devout vow.
--
I will not cage a thought
I’d rather not put needles in
My bed.

When finding you’re distraught,
Just grab another truth before
You’re dead.
--
Let the lies fall out.

Let yourself breathe now.

Let the best things shout.