The start of good days reminders of grief
Starting to have fun escaping anxiety
Lonely ghost hectic ride spiral flows deep inside
Forcing thoughts can’t unwind
finding half breaths of relief 
moments in time
Day dreamer smoke screen
dark clouds obstruct the view
Staring at the ceiling 
conjuring feelings
trying not to bleed out the sheets are new
Break my knees down to the floor
can’t fucking beg for this anymore
Flip the switch next move is on
little broken creature found the trapdoor
There’s a place that exists
happy day walkers miss
Obvious portal eyes wide open
gleam through the light cold mist
fingers dug deep in the shallow dirt
crawling out of the old abyss
Get used to pain there will be more
can’t completely heal a heart so calloused
Scrub off the dirt peel back old skin
it’s okay to be ugly it all grows back in
Outer layer dark piece of art
a little more fragile a few extra scars
Gray hairs grow faulty vision
imposed by bad habits that never sleep in
Counting down hours to make it through the day
Fucked up from the start always restarting pace
Quiet creator by nature remember what you are
other side of the fence haven’t traveled far
Still a home for gentle chaos that turns into art
Don’t let the darkness escape
keep it close put it to use
Endless space to create
just keep a solid muse
No more wasted potential
little creature the mind’s influential
Stay high don’t forget the scene
remember you can transform anxiety
just keep from being foolish
Despite depictions of love
they’ll make you think it’s useless

trapdoor flow (prod. Danny Beats)

darkcurls