Run…

My mind runs,
My mind runs,
Could I catch up?
Inna world of pressure,
Squeezing me like ketchup.
So exhausted, man I’m fed up,
Thinkin’ bout’ all the things,
That led up to this.
Treadmill belt turning,
I’m running towards bliss.
But;
My ankle is still anchored,
Into the abyss, so if by;
The grace of heaven I miss,
Then;
Seal my casket with a kiss.
Because this life right here,
Will be my death wish.
But;
Until I reach the finish,
I’ll keep running,
I’ll just keep on running…
Hoping that I make my way,
Towards something…
……
Won’t you tell me,
Whatcha tryin’ to outrun?
Won’t you tell me,
Whatcha’ running from?
What’s there left to prove,
When;
The day is all said & done?
Not to mention, you’re neglectin’,
All the things that have yet to come.



Won’t you tell me,
Whatcha tryin’ to outrun?
Won’t you tell me,
Whatcha’ running from?
What’s there left to prove,
When;
The day is all said & done?
Not to mention, you’re neglectin’,
All the things that have yet to come.

Yep;
Still on the track,
Life keeps switching the pace.
In times of trouble,
I keep switching my face,
To replace;
The moods killing,
My grace.
I want that “good” life,
Just a little taste.
Negative energy sticking,
To me like paste.
I’ve been crumbled up,
& tossed;
Into the waste basket.
Buried alive &;
Set ablaze in the casket.
Head pounding,
Continuously drowning out,
The excessive noise & racket.
For too long;
I kept my mouth zipped up,
Like a jacket; Cold reality,
For this introvert.
When the attention builds,
It’s back to my shell,
That I revert.
I’ve been running like errands,
Away from the hurt,
Avoiding that growth spurt,
Emotions deeper than the dirt,
Feeling like;
A worm that’s been unearthed.
My anger for humanity is boiling,
In my blood &;
The veins are bout’ to burst.
Sippin’ holy water,
To quench my unrelenting thirst,
Strung out;
In this discord that I’ve conversed.
Running for years,
Yet my progression has been inert.
Fighting demons through the inner,
Circles;
Of my own hell, melting within the center,
Tossed into that lake of fire,
I’ve never been much of a swimmer.
Watching my last light shimmer,
Through a fading ambiance glimmer.
Forks & knives;
They wanna feast my soul for dinner.
Six feet deep beneath the surface,
Rolling in my grave like a pinner.
With a wooden stake in my heart,
I’m diggin’ out the splinters,
These trying times,
Have turned colder than winter,
Now I’m frozen & bitter.
Forget that chitter chatter,
My thoughts pitter patter,
Dexterous;
I analyze the blood splatter,
Of this murderous & evil world,
That we’ve been,
Dropped in the pot to simmer.
Went from saint to sinner,
Then sinner back to saint.
The pattern repeats, as I keep;
Pretending to be someone I ain’t.
Tales of a beginner before a canvas,
With no knowledge of how to paint,
Speaking truth that’d make the devil faint.
……
I ain’t gonna stop,
Til’;
These feet break.
Heart bumpin’,
No beat take.
I’ve been;
Half unconscious,
Half awake,
But;
Completely,
Opaque,
For fucks sake.



I ain’t gonna stop,
Til’;
These feet break.
Heart bumpin’,
No beat take.
I’ve been;
Half unconscious,
Half awake,
But;
Completely,
Opaque,
For fucks sake.

Let me be real,
With you for a sec.
My life ain’t perfect,
To be honest,
It’s quite a wreck.
Could never see it,
Although I had the,
Gadgets to inspect.
Corporate business,
Wants me to break,
My neck;
For these stupid,
Paper checks.
Sucks when you’re,
A nice person living in,
A world of disrespect.
But;
I’ve learned that,
You gotta rise above,
The cause & affect.
Never regret;
A failure because,
It can only possess,
A threat;
If you choose to let,
It make you upset.
Discouragement,
Is just bad debt,
Shadowed behind,
The silhouette,
Tethered up,
Like an ethernet,
Of problems,
Winding the cassette.
I got so many thoughts,
Flying through my mind,
Like a soviet space cadet,
Driving me insane,
Like a grand sport corvette,
Skipping down the alphabet,
Of issues to the point that,
I feel like;
Playing russian roulette,
But I know I can’t,
Let the bullets sweat.
I can run, but;
I’ll never escape,
From this;
Wicked mindset,
Until I can break,
Down my pride,
& just accept,
The truths I can,
Never forget.
I gotta stop running,
& face the facts,
I can make the change,
Or remain;
In the museum of wax.
Fear is a disease,
Comparable to anthrax.
But;
Fear won’t win,
I’ll never;
Let that set me back.
……
You can run, You can hide,
But you can’t escape the truth.
You can run, You can hide,
But there just ain’t no, no use.
You can run, You can hide,
But you can’t escape the truth.
You can run, You can hide,
But there just ain’t no, no use.

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