To: Kill

Inspiration drives me,
But you stop me.
From moving, or chosing,
To do what I must do

Believe me, I'm pleading
Get over yourself.
I'm shaking, mistaking
The trash on the shelf.

This ticking time bomb inside me
Denies me everything I know I can be
And after all your pretty words
                   We all, fall down.

The dissaray, I make
For myself today.
Is the clutter, of your lies
Next to one another.

I'm sick of this crick
In my neck
You drain the pain
And make me swallow it

This ticking time bomb inside me
Denies me everything I know I can be
And after all your pretty words
                   We all, fall down.

You can do all your talking
While walking backwards
The waves on the coast
Will keep crashing faster
The sooner the better
Then later it's wetter
We're drowning in tomorrow
Lost in your sorrow
This pity is dripping with
Unintended consequence

So repent.