Do youe ver get that feeling in the pit of your chest?
When something leaves you reeling in a state of unrest?
You don't understand what's coming or what's going,
So long as it's going, flowing, like the sea at bay.
Do you get that warm bliss when you see him?
Do you get that hollow ache when you miss him?
Or do you want that dark dream that you never knew you had,
When you're seething like a tiger,
When you're unperturbed or sad?
Does this make a lick of sense to you, or is it just insane?
Or does this edge away at your conscience,
Until it's just the lies you created that remain?