Planes and trains they cut me off

Trying hard to find my home

Every turn the next mistake

Every day a different shade

Every heart has a pulse

That don't mean much to me

Just like the good book says

All of us will fade away

Escape the morbid thought

Always ready for the fall

Thinning blood

My skin will crawl

Descending to the dark

Where thoughts don't make a sound

Temporary workarounds

Count down to the restart

Permanence is not for us

Falling from grace

Going nowhere

World passes by

Numb to the taste