hate being inferior in any way, much less many ways, to those around. guess this fucked up mentality's gonna hit me bad some way or another soon

meek slip

"i can write on and on and not get whatever's stuck in my head out'

so dry, the blind mice

the heated debate in my head

empty promises

treading a fine line between hope and regret
waking up in yet another dream
falling asleep in nights that never end

through darkness truth meanders
for questions i dont need answers
with each step i falter

in the tension that escalates
in release it hopes to vindicate
sinking into the deep
resurfacing where ends meet

please get me out of here
free me of my inner fears
clear the doubts and dry those tears
hear me out and hold me near

the end so enticing
the trip so terrifying
isn't an option but to stay on course
won't look back in remorse

and in the end we'll reconcile
the differences that seem like miles
disposing of all that guile
removing knives behind those smiles