Seems

Sitting with feet frozen
Tangled webs of rubber bands
Around my heart
Over again I am put together
And frozen apart
Relive the nightmares as they wake
And bury my head in the sand
Why does life deal this hand
In the struggled strain to breath
Why am I so cold
And angry when woken
Hardened my hidden vessel
To hide from this hate
And yet still over run with
Cranberry disasters
My eight pound muscle
Is struggling with this battle
Time moves slowy on this
Warm holiday
As I find his secrets
Like cold Turkey guts
Removed from his end
I can't process things straight
As the voice in the background
Whispers (to her silent lover)
Take me with you
How do you protect yourself
From the insecurity of
bread not burned
How do you tell yourself
This is not my battle
His life is lost
I don't understand
Why I stay this way
[Colds hands and greasy fingers]
And sufficate in hate
Run from these dreams
Wash your hands and mind
Time to eat the turkey
Smile and let it be.