How many tracks can I ride,
Before the circuit breaks?
Let out the tape,
A tangled mess before me,
Delicate and broken,
The reflection of the awoken,
A fire burns through,
The sifted cinders I had saved,
Taking all I had left,
No face and no name,
I'm sick,
I'm tired,
Of being broken,
I'm charged,
I'm wired,
Ready to come back stronger,
Every time I fall again.
Turn the tape,
Another song will play,
Turn the page,
Another story waits,
I can barely see,
Beyond the fog,
My mind's a haze,
"Let it out,
Let me out,
Let it out.,
Let me out",
I'm going in circles,
I'll descend,
Again,
Just so I can recover,
I'll come back stronger,
Only to fall again...
YOU ARE READING
KHAOS
PoetryEvery day is a struggle. The simplest things can set the scales to be imbalanced, and then what are you left with? People scream on either side, and you're always forced to stand in the center of a battlefield. Constantly being told you're sick, rea...
