Holy

But torn at the seams

You'll save me?

Thats alright

Keepsake

You find reverie in

Your safe space

Can't you see we'd all be flowing like waves without this

It's all inside, inconsistent to your own right

Figurines

Holding you

Gripping so tightly you can't see the white light

Bend through

Numbing

All of the pain

With plastic promises

Hiding

From all of the ways you

Know the world takes

Can't you see beyond your blurry, silk smoke screen

Paranoid

You're slowly slipping when you don't have to

You're wasting your life while you play your games with the paper vices that haunt you

You're taking your time, rereading every page with the same words that seem new