Heart Flame

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Strung out from all the endless noise.
All it does is bring a sting to the joys.
The ones I wish to feel each day.
Not have to fight to stay my way.
Cause when pressures mounting I lose the will.
This world needs to pause and just chill.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Wrapped up in frenzies with which I don’t agree.
Why is it these people are talking with me?
Safe in my lonesome where I have some control.
Giving up is not my demeanour so get out troll.
I want no bastards here to ruin the ride.
If you wish to criticise then choke on your pride.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Reading in the midnight hours of slipping.
My mind cannot retain what it should be gripping.
Rather I am reciting the same line over and over.
While amongst it I found a four leaf clover.
Gambit to change my perception of fortune.
Many things seem to be out of proportion.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Shaking in the middle of the way.
Times like these I question if I’m OK.
Switching back and forth between my sides.
Its so much like how you get tides.
Release me from the cage in my head.
From this cocoon I need to be shed.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Berated by my head when all is settled.
Feels as if my wires have been meddled.
Cut, twisted and reconnected to cause a short.
Might be why at times I wish to simply abort.
Retreat from the valley I feel I’m in.
All so I might be able to restart from the beginning.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Just give me a sign.
Just give me a route.
No more forcing me to puke.
Release my heart strings.
Release my mind.
I need out of the divide.

Existential dread.
When will I reclaim my head?
Incessant bickering.
I feel my heart flame flickering.

Strung out from all the endless noise.
All it does is bring a sting to the joys.
The ones I wish to feel each day.
Not have to fight to stay my way.
Cause when pressures mounting I lose the will.
This world needs to pause and just chill.