Fixation

Floating down the river like some kind of debris.
Passing by all those who ever knew me.
Pumped full of Novocaine.
Forever circling the drain.

Justified by my own missteps from an altar.
Caught in the arms of mindless slaughter.
Fractured in a dream.
No more can I scream.

Disconnected by razor hail.
Set up to split and fail.
Hollowed out by chilling winds.
I have no more hearts to bring.
For sutured and sore, I am not much more.
Then bloody rags in a pile.
My time will not compile.
Instead I just fray.
I am coloured in destitute grey.

Sinking to the base of an abyss I once helped make.
These option are what I did forsake.
Frozen by my addled state.
Joy has long since been replaced by hate.

So shelter me.
Help me out.
No more suffering in this doubt.
With these afflictions I cannot divide.
I don’t wanna be damned to an opposite side!