Sleeping on the tracks

You sleep but you wander
Wherever it seems
To be the closest
To fit your dreams

The louder approaching rumble of dreams

The skies have looked better
The trees have decayed
The water runs thicker
In this sequence of days

The louder approaching tremor of fear

My mind is aching
I'm going insane
But with a breath and a whisper
I can push it away

The screaming approaching quake of depression
The shouting that pushes the blood from my ear

Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help
Nothing seems to help



Credits
Writer(s): Ethan Levins
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