Broken in bed.
I was once so much more than that which you now see.
A thousand tiny black dots make up a shadow that looks a little like me. I'm spread so thinly on the streets of those unforgotten fights, the blood dried beneath my nails as the years rolled past me on four broken wheels.
I turn back again and they wait, they once waited so patiently for me to wake, for me to gather the strength again for another day. But now they scream at me from beggars' dreams and chip covered souls. I take the form of the fire and find life to burn or they'll strip my bones clean by morning. Rest is for those who have given up. I must fight on into every next day although my heart wants to leave it all behind. It's so much more now than simple tiredness. It's grown to a fear bigger than I can rise above, so I must rise beside. Become all that drives my eyes below the ground.
Become the pausing of breath and unfocused sight.
And ultimately with every next word I write I'll become everything that they never wanted me to be.
I was once so much more than that which you now see.
A thousand tiny black dots make up a shadow that looks a little like me. I'm spread so thinly on the streets of those unforgotten fights, the blood dried beneath my nails as the years rolled past me on four broken wheels.
I turn back again and they wait, they once waited so patiently for me to wake, for me to gather the strength again for another day. But now they scream at me from beggars' dreams and chip covered souls. I take the form of the fire and find life to burn or they'll strip my bones clean by morning. Rest is for those who have given up. I must fight on into every next day although my heart wants to leave it all behind. It's so much more now than simple tiredness. It's grown to a fear bigger than I can rise above, so I must rise beside. Become all that drives my eyes below the ground.
Become the pausing of breath and unfocused sight.
And ultimately with every next word I write I'll become everything that they never wanted me to be.