Sinking in the flames,pulled down below
Lost amidst the horror in tow
Feeling the heat push my resolve
Further than the sins I wish to absolve
It's a mental game, more often than not
Between a thriving forest and a swamp of rot
Tired of wearing a mask I start to feel slip
Wondering if it's more than sweat that starts to drip
My patience is thin, and my fortitude thinner
Trapped between being the loser or becoming the winner
Of a game I'm playing with myself
Watching these books stack on a made up shelf
I hope that I make sense of the way I feel with haste
it's a bitterness I can't seem to escape the taste
I want it more than words can describe
And I will suffer, and suffer until I taste it
I will cry myself to sleep, I will torture myself insane
Just to chase that fleeting rush
But it's getting worse, it's more fleeting
Like anything I do is self-defeating
Now I find myself, begging to begin retreating
But instead I'm finding the flames, reheating.
