tighter and tighter it clamps,
whenever i don't write its words.
i gasp for breath with every line.
it tells me this isn't what i should do.
i suffocate, reach for words that never come.
i'm tantalus tricking death and paying
for it - reaching to apples that never fall.
i wake everyday, feeling a little more lost
than yesterday, all i can do is pray
oh please pull this noose away
either kill me or let me be sane.
the weight of my deeds tie me to the ground,
the light in my dreams tells me i'm unbound.
but i open my eyes, i'm still here.
not a rythm, never a tune.
a crass cacophony of hopeless days,
sleepless nights and listless thoughts.
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