burning a hole in my brain, my neck & it's nape, my soul & it's ache.
rubber and metal and tape hole me in the frame, i bend but won't break.
shove it all into my face, decanting my grace to spike it with mace.
bottle it up by the case to sell it for shame, put me in my own place.
i know the end is coming; i'm not even running.
waiting on the sky to split in half & God to rip me right out through it's crack.
i don't deserve the option to proceed with caution
already too many wrecks too often, too many hearts too hard to soften.
burning a hole in my brain.
i know the end is coming, i'm not even running.
either kill me or fill me with something, everything feels like nothing.
you there standing in the light, ask myself whether i think i will survive.
if you really wanted in, i've been tucking littles lies into all my family and my friends
i've been thinking about the brink & the implications held within,
breaking sweat while taking stock of each and every single one of my sins,
it's burning a hole in my brain.