Holy
But torn at the seams
You'll save me?
Thats alright
Keepsake
You find reverie in
Your safe space
Can't you see we'd all be flowing like waves without this
It's all inside, inconsistent to your own right
Figurines
Holding you
Gripping so tightly you can't see the white light
Bend through
Numbing
All of the pain
With plastic promises
Hiding
From all of the ways you
Know the world takes
Can't you see beyond your blurry, silk smoke screen
Paranoid
You're slowly slipping when you don't have to
You're wasting your life while you play your games with the paper vices that haunt you
You're taking your time, rereading every page with the same words that seem new