I felt the need to bite my tongue, to help myself from saying further

Time wasted holding out for a metaphor or unwanted answer

Seems that all we have now is how much we lie and how much we hold on

Imagination slowly breaking from the senseless thoughts or the hints of dread I feel

Well you could say I'm damaged but I'm just getting old, I'm getting older

My perceptions faded like that part of me that was getting bolder

Hesitation centred in my mind and all I get is double

Your response is futile were those words produced, that a struggle?

My only use of passing time is when I stop and stare at the grand clock by the chair

Tongue pierced from the lack of words

Do you feel clear? Is your mind in disrepair?

It's fine, you'll perceive what comes to you

Well you could say I'm damaged but I'm just getting old, I'm getting older

My perceptions faded like that part of me that was getting bolder

Hesitation centred in my mind and all I get is double

Your response is futile were those words produced, that a struggle?

My Perception

My Perception

My Perception

Well you could say I'm damaged but I'm just getting old, I'm getting older

My perceptions faded like that part of me that was getting bolder

Hesitation centred in my mind and all I get is double

Your response is futile were those words produced, that a struggle?