Sometimes. There's this save that swallows me up. Waking away the cover from up under I get to the point where emotions are to fuckin much. Chasing live alone I put from within what I've hushed. At times. I'm a wasted moment with years in my eyes. Trying to figure out how in the fuck things turned out the way they did. As I lose another piece of myself to the pain. With a heavy heart reminding me of the human within. There's times. An emptiness consumes me outta the blue. Touching the details beneath the surface that don't quite move. But until the rush of lemme out rising from depths wanting to be felt. As I get quiet n drift with memories that never helps. Better times. Find me in rare form getting leaking from the hand I delt. With a sense of where did the old me go? The serge pulsates fit a while until I remember to the train I do not belong...
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