Amber Martin:
Sprinkled through time
No one cares to question a crooked line
The facts are so straight, but
Everyone’s so caught up in the bait
It’s so clear, but what will it take to make you hear, here
Prosodic:
Gone are the days of my innocence and safety
Same to my sanity
My thoughts are much too hasty
Draining, drastic, shameful somewhat wasting away from what I thought was meaning to be more than a case or disease
Post traumatic yet ecliptic to the many reasons why
Euphemisms dirty humor just to get us moving through undertows of life
Psuedo-sentiment of guilty pleading cries
Can I fill this void of emptiness inside?
I'm looking for a place that I can hide and never have to deal with such a struggle trying
What a cycle that I tend to put myself through every night
Still a trooper running free I keep them high
Here I am just going with my stupid foolish pride