The time has come

the dawn brings realization of how to win the war.
starting to think that i do it for the thrills, not for an actual positive outcome, been down and out enough to finally see through it all. Your just a postcard away but in reality there is no way to reach you.
cut myself open and spill myself inside out for you to see the truth.
panic.
this race is getting older than nascar left turns on a lazy saturday
calm and content, calmly losing control...
eyes burnt out and coated with dust and dirt, the grime from the endless nights that never relinquish enough escapism in sleep.
say that we are never alone, but you know its not true before you even say it.
just craze and start slicing ribbons off of your wrists- speed up the process.
holding onto grudges tighter than lovers
if only you weren't so predictable.
put it onto slow motion while i fall from the sky
she smiles as if she understands
she looks as if we are on the same page
we will never coexist peacefully
lions and tigers in cages- only a little bit more civilized
still searching for all that i lost- lost and found is nowhere to be seen
hunting for the treasure chest.......
this map is old and tattered and hard to read