the panic starts to drip with sweat, starts to inch in increments worms itself along, lodges into vertebrae dangle myself over the edge, an arm’s length across the bed sprawled out onto the dirty mess of things the collapsible gap between just out-of-reach pipe dreams fold in on themselves, still taunting me i won’t crook when i stand, arch over end to end rot my mouth when i speak aloud, feel my tongue bend i burrowed my nails into the back of my head peeled back each layer until there was nothing left i did all this so i could start again i did all this so i could start again run circles around, dizzied, slow down, vertigo spin a web i could cling, paralyzed, unnerving i know i can’t always lean on you but i stop and i freeze and need to be rescued when the walls start closing in i struggle to be a better man i want to mirror the past but i’m afraid i can’t fit my feet in the prints you’ve left i know i can’t always lean on you but i stop and i freeze and need to be rescued when the walls start closing in a spitting image, my father’s son i hold my breath, glue my eye’s shut and while they’re closed i’m someone new i’m someone ready to face the dayTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.
