The silence after the storm is deafening in it's true form,
and everything that I have witnessed since I've awoken
from the dead, has shown me just how badly I wished
that I had stayed that way, how badly I wished closing my
eyes could have made it all disappear, I could have
spent eternity in that blissful stasis.

Lost in the gleam of the pendulum swing,
deeper in a rabid hole investing in me,
infesting the seams with festering themes,
I attest to a test, but detest what I think,
and what I feel, and what I am,
a Pandora box buried beneath quicksand,
with a scorpion trap and a barb wire wrap,
a lock and no key, and ready to collapse,

I feel as I'm lost in time,
these spinning hands of mine,
the efforts too tiring,
I'm almost done with trying,

I'm a wild card with an ace in the hole,
see me flying like a bat with the joker in tow,
a bottle of pills I throttled my thrill,
can you hear my laugh bones chilled to the soul?
Ending up in different beds with brand new demons
in my head, I shrug myself up to the mirror to see
the face I've grown to dread, and to my surprise,
my black and baggy eyes are heavy under
brightened lights, from all the nights that I
haven't slept,

I feel as I'm lost in time,
these spinning hands of mine,
the efforts too tiring,
I'm almost done with trying,

Lost in time.

Am I the only one who understands the feeling
that we get, every time the anguish gets so bad
we need a percocet, every time we find out bodies
so filled with dread, it might as well be filled with
lead, cause we're poisoned in the head,
sun rises it's the dawn of the dead,
broken hearts and bones of the zed,
herds of sheep sent off to slaughter,
demonic voices expend their laughter,
oh, and I can't see, no, and I can't feel, no,
and I can't stand all these spiders under my skin,
I am the devil within, controlling his head,
to the point where he's sick and can't think for
himself, he's dead.

Lost in time.