Within the casket with a padlock snapped shut tight.I struggle to breathe.My lungs burn yet I pillion ride from within.
Reality seems closer to a dream,a trance that cannot be described.Did it all happen? I stare in disbelief ,at a strange face in the mirror, always soaked in red, always reeks of blood.Eyes aghast the mirror stares back,right into my soul and beyond.Like she's seen a ghost that killed someone.A reflection that seems more stranger that all the places that I've been and the strangers that I've seen.Dreaming with eyes open and I keep going back like a memory tape stuck on replay.
Because I hate to say that I'm sorry to love.Ignited from within like the roar of my bike that bursts to Life.The buzzing life,a new life every day and I rediscover a new person in me.
Can you find me? Cause I can't find me.....where do I look?? Am I still dwelling in the love of the trust that has left me to quietly rust?still breathing in the here's morning fog or the distant beachy highs?
Why do I speak like there's someone else 'cause I look around to find no one there.
Am I overreacting? Am I over analysing? Am I grieving?
Is it the gaze that drowns me like I'm in a deep blue sea of endless infinity?
Breakdown.Bubble shattered.Am I capable of surviving separation.What dream is this that holds me back.I need to wake up, because I don't have all the answers ,But I won't apologize cause I'm burying it all.Burying that casket deep into the past.
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