Testo Sewage

The face of the clock is staring back
With hands that refuse to meet.
I've sat in silence for so long
I’ve forgotten how to speak.
Losing myself inside my head
I can't seem to concentrate.
The face reflecting in the mirror
Is the one I’ve come to hate.
Vaccinate my pain and take it away

Classic conditioning falsely self-taught
Well I’d rather run than face myself.
Time is of the essence, time means shit
When I lost myself you only up and left.
I drank the poison, I took the antidote
Both are the same I hate this fucking place.
Lost in translation, a misunderstanding
Corrected thoughts don’t mend broken hearts.

Vaccinate my pain and take it away

When I run out of words to say just know I sincerely tried. When I start repeating lines just know I ran out of time.
Poetry is poetry and dead men’s fingers pen perfectly
But what about the letters marked “return to sender”
Where the fuck do they even go?