Time

Time is endless for itself but never for myself. It haunts every corner of passion to the point I fear I’ll be my own assassin. And when I think a ran far enough it’s always there to call my bluff. The tears I shed late in my bed are for the ones I love the most, but lately I can’t boast about the human I’ve become for I’m just rolling with the scum. I want to be the only one but all I am to him is done. I’m trippin' over my own thought. hoping it’ll get me caught. But all it gets me is alone, I’m screaming help in my own home. But it gets me nowhere since nobody comes there. You always say you are home soon but’s it’s just me and Mr. Moon. And this is when I go insane but I just wanna feel no pain