The Mist

I'm on my ninth symphony

Cause whatever way I rhyme

If I mean it as a song

Then the melody's behind.

And it wouldn't be your fault

Cause it's messing with your mind

So I put it on a halt

Feel I'm wasting my time.

With bandaids on the bullets

Grip the trigger but don't pull it

Dropped the ball but life is roullete

Want to stall but I'm the curate.

I know its crazier than it seems

I'm the man in my own dreams

And every day I wake up

I'm sleepwalking on the seams.

I write that I can't write

Ironic but its just fright

I'd lose myself one night

Down and out with the sunlight.

But the strings remain untied

Cause time won't subside

It's when the nostalgia hits

Breaking you down into bits.

Cherishing what's lost forever

Make it count but it resists

My demons left on ground zero

Now I'm alone in the mist.

By: Arman Yusuf