You know the feeling when it seems like we're always on an endless run, running from this world, running from this entire reality, running from this life, running from ourselves, that we end up feeling discouraged, exhausted, peaceless, breathless and so consumed into placid despair, slowly losing ourselves into the echoes of our demons, and somehow that shadowy cold embrace feels comforting, when that steady numbness seems to be less tiring.
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I've been running from my demons on these late nights,
Tryna get everything settled, and my pace right.
I lay stressing in my bed, hoping I'd get some sleep.
That's for anyone who wonders what my day's like.

Tears keep welling up in my eyes, but I hold back,
Got me stuck inside my mind where it's all black.
Struggling with anxiety and self-loath,
Spirit screaming silently in this burning boat.

My nights are clothed in echoes unknown,
As I wade toward them, that sight gets me stoned.
Carcasses of my hopes, I see afloat.
I see my dreams waning, giving up their ghosts.

See the smile on my face, say 'it takes time',
But the timing is killing me, I'd rather fake mine,
The obsessions of depressed and awake minds,
A bit of dopamine and songs playing on rewind.

When I'm staring at the moon, it's a reflex,
It gets me spilling out my guts and my secrets.
I wish I could bring back who I once was,
Counting till the moment when my breath lasts.


© Karthik Chyawan