Howl in my Voice [✓ Completed ✓]

twelve

I'm holding onto the rails I see on the rim

of the wheelbarrow carrying every thought I've overdone.

Running rounds around the moon

there's something in the air that's got me swoon

gone and faded, I'm in a pool where my heart's drowned

and the deep end is an abyss where darkness follows

there's nothing else I can do but confront my sorrows.

Nothing but notes singing songs in the wind

creeping in my skin comes a whisper I can't unhear

one end to the other, there's a voice echoing out for help.

I'm holding onto the rails I see on the rim

of the wheelbarrow carrying every thought I've overdone.

Running in a circle on a unicycle

there's this thing in my lungs that runs on this cycle

three out of three, and the rim edge spins on the nickel

when there's no longer this black and white thing.

My mind's stuck on the rim where trains keep travelling

down south to up north, all these things I've heard before

one end to the other, those fallen echo out the thunder

and somewhere in my skin comes a whisper I can't unhear...