the battle

so we start the clock

of my patience and your patience

of my spirit and your ears

My mind is incredibly fucked up

And it is most apparent in my thoughts

If you could capture my thoughts on the big screen.

Clockwork nightmares. Regrets buried beneath oceans of shame.

Torrential rains that I caused.

Playgrounds of happiness demolished. Memories of simple joy set on fire by me.

I am standing in front of ten thousand clones of myself.

They are all giving me that look. They are all angry. And they are all me.

I have no idea what is gonna happen.