•FROM BEHIND THE GLASS•
Flip
Not done
They say
“Move on”
Already processing one change but then another flipped my cage
I’ll miss
All those days
Carrides
And Mel’s shakes
And you know I’ll miss IanCraig
That sexy beast not on the stage
THIS PRISON
THE DEATH OF ME
I’M LIVING
EXPECTANTLY
I’VE BEEN TORTURED SO LONG I GUESS I NEED TO LEARN IT CONSTANTLY
WILL FLIP
AND BURY ME
IT DRIPS
THE SAND ENCASES ME
MY LUNGS CAN’T FILL WITH OXYGEN
CO2 AND GRAINS RUSH ON IN
MY LUNGS
ARE DESPERATE
THE CRACK
IT MENDED
THAT LIGHT THAT FOUND ITS WAY IN CREEPED BACK OUT AND LEFT ME HERE TO DIE
WRONG DIRECTION
MY HEAD’S POINTED DOWN TOWARDS MOUNDS OF MY RESENTMENT
REWOUND EXPRESSION
I SCREAM BRUTAL BULLETS OF MY RAGE RIGHT AT MY DARK REFLECTION
UNEXPECTED
I LOST GRAVITY AGAIN, CAN’T LEARN THIS LESSON
WHERE’S MY HEAD BEEN?
UNDER THE HOOD OF A CAR I LEFT SOME DENTS IN
i’ve been hit
I’ve been flipped
carry me, carry me, carry me, carry me
i admit
he moved so quick
buried me, buried me, buried me, so carry me
I AM BACK IN OVERDRIVE MY MENTAL
SCRIBBLING MY FEELINGS OUT INTO MY CELL PHONE
WRITING SONGS AND RAPS TO TRY TO GRIP THE HANDLES
but i let go and now i am falling slow
like gravity forgot that i gave it control
like i moved on then it moved back on me, you know?
im constantly between alive and in a choke hold
CAN I HAVE A MINUTE
THE SECOND I CAN FEEL RELEASE WE FLIP, ADMIT IT
I KNOW YOU DID IT
I SCREAM AT MY WALLS HOPING THAT HE CAN HEAR IT
I WILL KEEP ON LIVING
JUST CUZ IT HURTS IT DOESNT MEAN I WANT TO QUIT IT
I WONT BE DEFEATED
THAT WOULD BE YOUR JOB, YOU’RE NOT A KING YOU ARE A BIT OF FICTION
just a little relief please?
i really dont want to scream
one minute i thought things were gonna get easy
and then all of this change hit me
i wrote my own song and called it seasons
now ive rewritten it 3 times, ironic, isn’t it
how something i wrote to stay the same
so i could process change
has changed itself
YOU EVEN OWN WHAT I TRIED TO KEEP SEPARATED
SUFFERING IM SICK OF THIS WHOLE GAME
YOU WANT CONTROL OF ME
I GAVE YOU YOUR NAME
YOU WANT A HOLD ON ME
MY HANDS CAN JUST ERASE
YOU KNOW I ALMOST DELETED PART TWO LAST YEAR
I HAD MY FINGER HOVERING THE TRASH CAN OUT OF FEAR
THAT THEY WOULD HATE IT OR THEY’D THINK I COPIED SOMETHING NO ONE COULD EVEN HEAR
trench released and i loved it at first
until i realized it was like what i had birthed
concept album, lore, the clique had gained a thirst
and i could quench it or put it all in its hearse
part two is my proudest accomplishment
It saved my life time and time and time again
but with everything that has been happening
it feels like i slipped back into the past again
the pressure on me kinda broke my back
my spine it snapped it couldnt take all that
when i almost deleted •HOURGLASSALGRUOH•
it was cuz i thought you all deserved my best attack and i had gotten nervous that what i wrote severely lack
but now i know it IS my best attack
and i feel ready to deliver lightning zaps
seasons change, i know that you know i know that
it’s time for me to really bealieve that fact
i’ll be gone, let me stay in •HOURGLASSALGRUOH•
this time, 0 visitation, i’ll just relax
there’s no light in here, it’s constantly pitch black
and it is kinda comforting to feel at home at last
the light i felt was foreign, uncomfortable
now that it has been stolen, i feel more at home
i’ll soak in all the dark until i think i might explode
and then i will, i’ll pick up my pencil
dont be worried, this is part of my mental
i need the time to bleed what i’ve avoided letting go
the poems will constantly eb and flow
with my heartbeat, it’s back to beating slow
i promise im ok, all of this will fade into the past
there’s a time to mourn and time to let it pass
i’ll see you all real soon, it’s time to relive and rewind album one’s path
as always, i will keep you posted
from my •HOURGLASSALGRUOH•
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