The days are getting longer, brighter
The shells are getting longer, wider
And the walls,
Smaller, smaller
Holding hands up high
Surrendering
Though pride clenches
And resists
Throat closes
And the eyes betray
Anxious
And the heart wilting
Rewind quick
To a memory when
Everything was wrong
And everyone had gone
Haunting, pushing
On shoulders abound
Dragging legs
The ears a'whisper...
Vines of regret
Creeping up
Crushing
Pulling
Drowning
The days are brighter
Through the eyes unseen
Through the skin untouched
Through the soul darken
Gripping sunlight
The heart sinks
With fingertips failing
And mind escaping
The shells are wider
Through the sole pricks
Through the tongue gags
Through the hands restrained
Catching familiarity
Elusive as air
Yearned comfort as clouds
Though scars as lightning
The walls
Approaching
Closing in
Fear clutching
Memories dissected
Dignity severed
Left ego abound, unknown amount
Pride pleading
Tortured mind
Begging fleeting whims
In diversion
Finding pleasure
Footsteps
One
Two
And more
Demise or rise
For the soul is hanging
For a thread of saving
In this life i'm wishing
A little tired,
But not exhausted,
Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
Love,
Lina
The shells are getting longer, wider
And the walls,
Smaller, smaller
Holding hands up high
Surrendering
Though pride clenches
And resists
Throat closes
And the eyes betray
Anxious
And the heart wilting
Rewind quick
To a memory when
Everything was wrong
And everyone had gone
Haunting, pushing
On shoulders abound
Dragging legs
The ears a'whisper...
Vines of regret
Creeping up
Crushing
Pulling
Drowning
The days are brighter
Through the eyes unseen
Through the skin untouched
Through the soul darken
Gripping sunlight
The heart sinks
With fingertips failing
And mind escaping
The shells are wider
Through the sole pricks
Through the tongue gags
Through the hands restrained
Catching familiarity
Elusive as air
Yearned comfort as clouds
Though scars as lightning
The walls
Approaching
Closing in
Fear clutching
Memories dissected
Dignity severed
Left ego abound, unknown amount
Pride pleading
Tortured mind
Begging fleeting whims
In diversion
Finding pleasure
Footsteps
One
Two
And more
Demise or rise
For the soul is hanging
For a thread of saving
In this life i'm wishing
A little tired,
But not exhausted,
Not enough.
Not nearly enough.
Love,
Lina
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