This Fatal Inner Voice

Malice growing of its own volition

I can feel the doubt that's creeping in

Too much to bear

Broken promise to myself I can't fix

Swear I'd change the narrative I wrote

Just turn the page

And every night I lie awake avoiding what's to be

A sinking feeling, doubt is washing over me

Not dissolution, just suspension of my fear

These shallow metaphors are making things come clear

Face down in the coldest place

The bitter end calling my embrace

My embrace

Chaotic self-expression

I've become too comfortable with leaning into fallacies I've spun

It gets too much

And every night I lie awake avoiding what's to be

A sinking feeling, doubt is washing over me

Not dissolution, just suspension of my fear

These shallow metaphors are making things come clear

Making things come clear

Things to come clear

Breathless, ice cold in this glacier

I speak to my reflection

Pleading with disaster

For carried pain to expel the thoughts I know worsen

My state of mind and stop me from simply falling from the greatest of heights

The greatest of heights

Have I learned nothing from years gone by?

So complicated

It's all too much