Blackout

I’m not mad, I’m just frustrated

I’m not angry, I’m just irritated

 

My life has faded

The escalators escalated

On a level I have never been to

Paper is all I can put my pen to

 

Orange you sad I feel blue?

 

I’ve been to a new universe

It’s a blessing disguised as a curse

 

At first, I thought it was what I asked for

Now our soul is knocking on my floor boards

 

They can’t find the door

It’s not there fault, they’re blind

Arms and legs tied, in binds

 

Can’t get my thoughts out of my mind

I wish I could go back, but still see ahead of time

 

Too much on my brain, I wish I could just snap out

I’m sorry if I have a daze on my face

 

It’s called a blackout

 

 

 

 

 

 

The End

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