Synesthesia

I threw my thoughts to the wind
And hoped they would carry enough weight
To fall with grace
Where I've fallen
I'm stumbling
I'm suffering
I'm calling out for a place
I'm just looking for answers
Bodies writhing on the floor
Fingers grasping at forethought
Just when I'm starting, longing for a vision
Future turning for a final incision
To cut away the pain
To cut away the pain
I am not fine, but I'm learning to breathe
But I'm wrong, still in the middle of the sleep
I ran my fingers through every plate of glass
And every grain of sand
As if it was the last of its kind
Because I will let it go
As the moment falls to the dirt
Like the calm before the storm
The final scene of a crime
A final judgment to a failure
A mouthful of bitter truth
That just isn't the last
Bodies writhing on the floor
Fingers grasping at forethought
Just when I'm starting, longing for a vision
Future turning for a final incision
To cut away the pain
To cut away the pain
The pain
Deepening with every passing breath
Absorption into tangled myths of self and soul
Delving through scars
Seekers of solace carving through chambers of the heart
Scrape away memories, hoping to heal
It never seems to end
We're all struggling
We're all suffering
These words are all I have
These words are all I have
These words are all I have
These words are all I have