Pans Shadow

A single phrase that left her mouth
Eviscerates my sense of self
I shrink to eight
And wince with pain
And sink in place
At dinner plates
Send for help
Before it infiltrates
And lingers in my brain
And I can't get my thinking straight
To get it out
It's kept in cells and incubates
And it's a phase that never quells
Dismissed and disengaged
As if to say it's just a symptom of my mental health
I fish for change in wishing wells
And sit and wait and interlace my fingers
Is it depraved I didn't pray at grace
Cause it's too late and it amounts to little difference
So I disavow religion
When the winter melts
Let the river swell
And the village drown
Why would I quibble with my widow's spouse
I'm just a crippled Christmas mouse
Living in this big old house
Invisible and kicked about
Lit the flame
Incinerate the list of names that let me down
It'd be quicker to say who did it now
Whilst I whistle with my chisel
While I'm trying to strike some middle ground
With the wrinkled brow of wisdom
I finally caught my shadow
But I might have lost my tinker bell
Well I won't stick around where I'm not wanted
So I lift like clouds and drizzle
While I'm drifting interstellar with the windows down
I sing aloud to syncopated rhythm

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

I'm maladaptive, never had no validation
Every statement is an accusation
Facing baseless allegations
I wax poetic
While they're waiting with waning patience
I'm battle tested
In the bad old sections
Of the hallowed sacred spaces
And that'll last forever as it has for ages
My mind's cohabitated
Half insane
The other half is masquerading
As an agitated intake patient
I think they think I'm crazy
Cause when I'm angry
I can say things
That'll make you hate me baby
And my rage just ain't been satiated lately
So I raise the stakes
And play my ace
And maybe I just made a grave mistake
Cause now there ain't no saving grace
When they paint me in a way that I don't see myself
I let the demons free
But I don't need a cell
No I need a padded room
Before I leave this house in tattered ruins
Only adding to the collateral
Attaboy that'll do
I hope you're happy now
Cause you can pack your bags and screw
Put that as a loop and you can have it as a tune
And I can play it back for you
I hope you're happy now cause you can pack your bags and screw
I hope you're happy now cause you can pack your bags and screw

These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot
These days I seem to think a lot
About the things that I forgot
Don't confront me with my failures
I had not forgotten them

These days



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Writer(s): Diatribe Stranger
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