Tumor

This is a song that took me nearly two years to finish and was inspired by an emotional breakdown.

Stayed up last night
Writing a letter to
No one in particular

In that letter I confessed
It at last; all the feelings
And raw truths revealed

Each stroke of the pen
Slit another gash upon the
Skin of my gilded past
(forgive me, forgive me it spelled)

Forgotten in the blur
Unable to tell the life of lies
That a tumor held
(And the potential it must always kill)

Just growing and growing,
And growing and, oh,
When will it end. When will it end?

And so my reasons blur
Much like the words of a savior
Am I going home?

Now here I'm standing in
A self-produced spotlight
Clutching the letter in my hand

Desperately trying to fling
It to the wind; but in this tunnel
There is no breeze (no release)

Breakdown, not a sound
Except for my footsteps
Running to the end

But it seems there's a light
At the end of every tunnel
Keeping me standing here.

Oh how my reasons blur
Much like the words of a savior
I'm going home.

Snap out of it
The world will spin without me yet
I am nobody to hold

And realize -
wait here it comes again!
I am nobody to hold!

The time is now
To bring it down
Show me the way

Reasons, they go all around
Spiraling down and down
Into the abyss of things

And lately I am nobody to hold
So I deliver my soul
In the form of this letter!

Reviews

[Jacqueline]

I honestly feel, the bias of our friendship aside, that your writing is some of the best I've seen. You express/evokes so much with short, simple stanzas and there always seems to be more to draw from your writing with each read, almost like searching and old chest and finding new treasure you somehow overlooked the first time you searched.
Wonderful piece, yet again.