JHem

Will you let me get this off my chest? There're unending fingers around my neck. Do you see me through this speck? This is my brains manifest. Do your eyes see me as nervous? This's the scripture I've written myself. Do you feel my hands shake; Hear my voice crackle? This is why my words are illegible; incomprehensible.

When I'm having unending days, I walk out into the light Blinding me with highs. When I ruminate on sunny rays, I blast affirmations to Deafen from the lows. Tick-tock, tick-tock, I use my aim on this trickshot, To lie my senses into artificial light. My muzzle is thrown aside, This is me willing to confide, My eyes half awake to fears tide. I keep my hand outstretched, Hoping to pull you into heaven. I keep my hand outstretched, Praying you'll pull me from hell.