Stealing Seconds…

I turnt my Life into a fight and quick too, like mother-fucking overnight!

I gotta get me some Act Right! It’s not fight or flight as much as it is the Fight of My Life!

I’m not sure if tomorrow’s ever gonna come. Last night, in The Witching Hour, when I woke up, I caught myself speaking in tongues!

Hard to tell what’s for real, when it’s seconds I’m always having to steal..

You don’t see what I see when I go to sleep. The Demons lay and wait at the end of my bed by my feet as I pull it over my head, the broken dreams of a sheet…

—–>Stole Seconds<—–

Tick Tock, Tick Tock, one by one, the seconds pass by on the clock. I reach up to steal some and I cannot blink. It’s not as easy as one might think. I have to give it all I got!

86,000 and 400 times a day I am forced to go through this. Anger is secondary, but it’s also a gift!

There’s no rain outside but there’s this Thunder in my head…

I do what they say and pray to God for peace. But, in doing that, I find no relief. “Your religion is funny because it’s all about the money and got me sick to my tummy”. It’s used to control you with fear, THE END IS NEAR! Back-door Baptists and Under-the-Desk-Catholics are precisely what the facts is!

Always a thief! Constantly stealing seconds got me feeling week. I’m tired, but I’m scared to close my eyes, to go to sleep…

—–>Stealing Seconds<—–

It’s not the apocalypse now, it’s more like the apocalypse somehow! How many seconds do I got? I forgot! I lost count! FUCK! What now?!!! I don’t wanna go to bed and start all over again!

Stay up. Stay Human too!

#inthegrip #whiteknuckles #builtnotbought

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