summation of my means
it's an act to which I finally admit defeat.....
a lost thought never to return....
a grip not shaken from a hold so pure you've still not recovered.....
this is how it feels.....
upstairs.....inside.....
the whispers so sweet......
a diabolic tempt of a switch.....
where do I find myself.....when do I spell help.....and at what cost does the price bestow until I finally fall.....never giving up.....
this is my days as they wind up....the tide may sink me yet.....a hold so fearce it breaks you a hold so real you bleed.....
as my mind sinks....so do the days a blend of originality.....just don't stop the ride before the casualty.....
© silentOne
a lost thought never to return....
a grip not shaken from a hold so pure you've still not recovered.....
this is how it feels.....
upstairs.....inside.....
the whispers so sweet......
a diabolic tempt of a switch.....
where do I find myself.....when do I spell help.....and at what cost does the price bestow until I finally fall.....never giving up.....
this is my days as they wind up....the tide may sink me yet.....a hold so fearce it breaks you a hold so real you bleed.....
as my mind sinks....so do the days a blend of originality.....just don't stop the ride before the casualty.....
© silentOne
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