Permeate
This sense of loss just permeates
like rotted apples in the sun
yeah, I realize I'm not the only one
But when I think of all that's passed
I drown on the salt streaming down my face
nothing but bitterness left to trace
I cannot stifle all of these sobs
so I will stifle hope and joy instead
and just lock the demons up in my head
I will tread on, like a tightrope dancer
never looking down, never looking back
give my all, and release all my slack
Nothing left for me to do, I guess
but say a prayer...just a lil too late
and watch my heart as it permeates
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