Liminal Space

Curse this hum,

I’m crawling up walls as lights beam their pasty glow.

Breathing hard,

The monster is gaining, I’m tired and move too slow.

No way home,

I run up and down these halls all the same.

Hold me up,

I’m launched into the back rooms. I’m the blamed.

I’m watching in wait all these colors and shapes.

I can never escape this liminal space.

It fills me,

This musty smell of old news bound by witch’s spell.

Who am I?

What pushes me forth through time, losing track of self?

Could this be

The secret? Searching for so long for a way out.

Suggestions,

Have led me here to keep on going down.

I’m watching in wait all these colors and shapes.

I can never escape this liminal space.

Tectonic shifts begin to slip.

Stuck in these wrongs for way too long.

I’m watching in wait all these colors and shapes.

I can never escape this liminal space.

I remember those times when I thought that I was invincible. (Invincible)

And to everyone else in this world, though, I was invisible. (Invisible)

I’ll savor this moment alone, life’s so unpredictable.

The quiet and calm be still, til I’m just as miserable.