Back spinning out of control.
Joints: burning flames.
motor moving forward,
toward total demise.
Each step breaking pavement.
No pressure; a constant climb
trying to find a common thread.
Never turn back the clock,
keep moving, steppin' to the beat.
Don't stop.
Fight this gravity, fight it hard
keeping me down, flat to the ground.
Throw punch 1 and 2,
dip from attack,
Steppin' forward, can't look back.
My mind feels troubled, but i know it's illogical,
slow burn this short fuse, ease the knife out,
...sleep through this paranoia.
10 years ago
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