Whenever I tried to look
\nmy eyes slowly rolled
\nthe image caught up
\nand the focus slowly came. <\/p>\n
My rage boiled to the surface
\nand was gone again
\nblink of an eye, they’d say
\nmy eyes were too slow for that <\/p>\n
Had to make sure
\nI was stable
\nbefore I told my body
\nto walk <\/p>\n
I was too slow. <\/p>\n
I used to lay back in that
\nfeeling
\nwhen it washed over me.
\nIt made me smile
\nI was almost someone else. <\/p>\n
I felt myself lay back again
\nit felt filthy
\ndrowning in sludge
\nbut I could not get back up.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Whenever I tried to look my eyes slowly rolled the image caught up and the focus slowly came. My rage boiled to the surface and was gone again blink of an eye, they’d say my eyes were too slow for … Continue reading