Swept under carpet,
Old memories of living...

Tying off the bow, perfect
Picture now complete...

Slowly dying in puddles of pain,
With an ever beating rash of rain falling...

Walking into a store,
Filled with a swarm of crowded faces...

Take a look in the mirror,
What do you see in me...

Sense of uncertainty,
Was it the right choice to make...

Lost with no way out of,
The tangles and turns made so far...

Footprints of those who are lost,
Lay upon the shore of the waters edge...

A feeling that's unknown,
A substance that's been abused...

Addicted and clinging to
An aid that helps the sick and injured...

Confined in a small, unique space,
With everything feeling like a whirl...

How do I fight this?
Eyes turning red, and lips becoming dry...