Triangular Sketch Erased

Peeling away slowly
I'm in a fucking movie
Shaking
I'm not here anymore

My brain is detached
The pencil is now upside down
Instead of writing, I'm erased
I'm just an observer

I'm inside
Looking out the window
Cloudy view and full of questions
I can't tell the difference

Freaking out, drifting off
So much going on at once
New language speaks, who or what
I know I'm fine, I'm still in control

Control
Control

My voice is still in tact
I see a vision
It's just a triangle
No, don't erase it

I'm on the last shred of reality
My voice is now obsolete
Let my head fill with randomness
I think I'm fine, but I don't know

Control
Control



Credits
Writer(s): Robert O'connor
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