Fog, a General poem | SparkaTale

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Fog

By: Danny Power

Created: July 9, 2015 | Updated: July 9, 2015

Genre : General

Language : English

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Verse 1:

"Feeling, slowly reeling,
Can I whisk myself away? Can I drink to stop this fuzzy feeling?
pretending, never ending,
I relate more to my demons than myself."

 

Bridge: 

"Slowly. Turning. Holding. Onto nothing,
Stop me. Believe me. What you'll see. means something to me. 
Quickly, Engage me. Defeat me. Or I'll come swinging.
Hate me. Or love me. Or leave me. Or stand beside me."

 

Chorus:

"I don't think enough, and yet I think too much.
This might be it for me, and this might be it for us.
Sometimes I need this fog, to blanket all these stupid thoughts,
Until I gain control, before things get
Serious."

 

Verse 2:

"Wrap me, in mindless daydreams,
so I can still feel like myself, 
and not this diseased call for help.
Watch me, or soon you'll lose me,
Inside this darkening wall of white, 
before I slip away and never see the light."

 

Bridge 2:

"Slowly. Turning. Holding. Onto something,
Stop me. Believe me. What you'll see. means nothing to me. 
Quickly, Engage me. Defeat me. Or you'll regret it.
Hate me. Or love me. Or leave me. Or stand behind me."

 

Chorus:

"I don't think enough, and yet I think too much.
This might be it for me, and this might be it for us.
Sometimes I need this fog, to blanket all these stupid thoughts,
Until I gain control, before things get
Serious.

Should I feel afraid, or should I feel alright,
if I lose everything, if it would make me think just fine?
Should I just run away, or just run straight towards,
the chloroform that would make me sane?
To make me go away."
 

Verse 3:

"Would I feel alright?"
"You think it's worth the risk if I could lose what makes me feel on-edge?"
"Would I be just fine?"
"I wonder what vanilla's like, never thinking, never asking why."
"I guess it's time to decide, 
to walk into the fog or keep my memories,
when the memories are eating me..."

 

 

Chorus:

"I don't think enough, and yet I think too much.
This might be it for me, and this might be it for us.
Sometimes I need this fog, to blanket all these stupid thoughts,
Until I gain control, before things get
Serious.

Should I feel afraid, or should I feel alright,
if I lose everything, if it would make me think just fine?
Should I just run away, or just run straight towards,
the chloroform that would make me sane?
To make me go away."

 

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