Stpwtch

I can’t comprehend
Slaving for the satisfaction
Can't allow myself to bend
Never backwards
Waking up past ten
Chasing after my soul, i never capture
Left in the dust
Grime and bugs in my teeth
In my gums
Bruised and cut
Mind heading in two directions
Serpents tongue
Feel the fangs of time scrape my flesh
I’m losing it losing it
Til the wendigo puts its husk in my neck
Trust in my self
Losing it
Plenty truth in it
Truth in it
My skin looking blue and red
Like fosters home
A child losing him
Put the innocence on the shelf
Got no time to dwell
Bills hit the mailbox
Got me dancing like a mascot
Bills jump out the wallet like hopscotch
I can see my final lap on the stop watch

The time goes tick tock
Seconds turn to minutes
Turn to hours where i’m lost

The time goes tick tock
Days turn to weeks
Turn to years where i’m still lost