Stuck on Repeat

The life empties out of my eyes as I walk down the same street every day

Just to turn to face the deeply engrained habits and obey

I’m jogging, I’m falling apart

I’m sprinting, I’m running away

I’m looking around for followers, I am solid, I am strong,

I am a storm of repression seeking the intentions of the voices inside

I am a million little pieces of what once was a person

A person running, trying to find a place to hide

When I’m sprinting away from the voices in my head

I’m wishing to be revived

I have been drained, am nearly dead

I’m wishing to be brought back to life

But look! these eyes are being brought back to life,

I swear it

I’ve noticed;

Emotion dies when it has been deprived of a human connection,

So seek this connection and find it please

I preach this connection

Help me find it please

You don’t want to be brought down by this emptiness,

You don’t want to be on your knees

Begging for pain,

Who begs for pain?

What kind of twisted person would ask for pain?

Or any other physical sensation

One who’s felt nothing, and been unable to even focus

his eyes on

The people who he, or she loves the most in this world,

One who’s been unable to even find the hate of those that despise him,

But knows, or thinks

That it’s there

The hate

But I’m still unable to care

Fear is good

I once was a flat line on a computer screen, but now I’ve realized

A heart beat out of line can bring a dead man back to life