Venting 𝕋𝕙𝕣𝕠𝕦𝕘𝕙 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕊𝕥𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕔

[Upon a hanging Body]

Clouds inside my head keep spinning,
Neon lights are blurring, thinning.
I chase a high I cannot hold,
In this room, I feel so cold.

I see myself in broken frames,
Every color's just a flame.
I talk to shadows in the dark,
And wonder if I'll leave a mark.

I'm fading echoes, floating free,
Lost in the haze of what I used to be.
I'm sinking slowly, can't find the shore,
Drifting through thoughts I can't ignore.

Pills and smoke become my friends,
But every trip just bends and ends.
I hear the laughter of the past,
But nothing here is made to last.

I see myself in broken frames,
Every color's just a flame.
I talk to shadows in the dark,
And wonder if I'll leave a mark.

I'm fading echoes, floating free,
Lost in the haze of what I used to be.
I'm sinking slowly, can't find the shore,
Drifting through thoughts I can't ignore

Whispering voices in my mind,
Tell me secrets I can't find.
Reality is slipping thin,
I fall again, I fall within.

I'm fading echoes, finally gone,
Lost in the haze where I don't belong.
The tide pulls under, I surrender the fight,
Drifting forever into the night.