when the dark stains grow from a
flow that won't cease, i'll shut my eyes and
count to three
giving each number a significant ring
one life
two chances
three slip-and-
falls
one foot in the grave and
the other on fire.
the same shadows tinted
with my lack of sleep, i can keep
minds dreaming while mine
runs free
but i can never, never
escape the four walls
i can never, never
escape the four walls.
i can hear rhyme in my head
but none escapes my lips but i
try to fake a smile and
sing in different keys
still wishing i could breathe
when the dark stains grow
and the flow won't cease, i'll
shut my eyes and make believe
that none of this is real.
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