27 August 2012
-Best read at a fast pace-
These bats fly around Like my problems they can't hit ground For every time they try to land They begin to get sucked by the quick sand Which is the thoughts that begin to swirl Around the problems they begin to twirl Until my mind can't cope no more And begins to claw toward the door But it's stuck in the ground Being swallowed by the sand around Panic breaths and blind beings Terrified by what I'm seeing. Taken in and pulled right through. From my mind I begin to cool. As I sink back into myself. My mind can be tackled by someone else.
©Odd
Bats, Sand And Self • Opuss № I