Last Days of Before

Floating on a sea of dying reality

I’m trying, really, can’t you open your eyes

Locked in the fall, afraid for my life

And you aren’t there to say why this is happening

 

I am your double running through time

On a downward spiral at the end of everything

Nothing in here is a dream its all nightmares

But at the end I wake up to see that it was true

 

It will always resolve but not till next time

Pulling and pushing from front and behind

Fixing things isn’t really our job

We here only to observe, hands off

 

I interfere too much and more with every time

I can’t seem to stop no matter how much I try

Can you heal me? I know I’m supposed to be

The doctor, but not for myself

I’m so lonely can you save me from my box

It’s so small but so large when I’m all alone

 

You would never lie but the problem is

That people do and if you don’t I’m proud

But I’m running on repeat with no end

To the memory of the last days before...

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