Running through hours of endless devotion...
Driven by the fear of deceit...
I sit on the edge of my seat...
Tangled in a web...
I've designed with one thread...
Catching my prey of assumptions...
Basking in the array of redemption...
But all that remains is unknown...
Begging to remove me from my throne...
Spinning inside of my head...
All the words driven by this bed...
Anxiety is my savior...
At a time when all I dream is of your flavor...
I get lost in the concealed...
Trying desperately to be revealed...
When I'm found, there is no safe and sound...
Just a blip in my memory...
A stone on my heart...
And a moment lost to the start.