I'm doing snow angels
In the fallow fields of my mind
And I'm swimming in symptoms that I
Thought I left behind
And sweet fruit-flavoured smoke in the air corrupts my sense
For a second I believe I'm fine
Just to fall right through the fence
I won't be going peacefully
I'm grasping at the straws
And building rooms with circled walls
So there's no way I am cornered
By bouncing waves of outspoken thoughts and
I'm like a camera cause I
Shudder when I focus sometimes
Looking in on pride from outside
The blood in my throat and the bags on my eyes
And Please help distract me from these thoughts that I'm inclined
I could use some natural light
That doesn't burn my eyes and flicker sideways glances that are stigmatised
I won't be going peacefully
My leg might shake
My breath might slip away
I'm un-contained
In divided epiphanies
And all the while I'm
Waiting for the wax to set
You can find me on a one way trip
Cradling my regrets
I won't be going
Peacefully
This stigma-ridden world just ain't for me
And I'll stumble
Stylishly
So that I'm tinted and glossy
For the magazines
I won't be going
Peacefully
I wish I wasn't such a waste on commodities
And I'll stumble
Stylishly
Unless you want to replace my broken spleen
I won't be going
Peacefully
This stigma-ridden world just ain't for me
And I'll stumble
Stylishly
So that I'm tinted and glossy
For the magazines
I won't be going
Peacefully
I choked on half a dose of integrity
And I'll stumble
Stylishly
Into these Split second epiphanies