My pulse stays, rapidly itching
In this dark place where my thoughts are twitching
Where I can't feel my feet and I wouldn't know heat
If it jumped up and screamed, "You are redeemed!"
My mind is loose, but tethered
My chest swells - beaten and weathered
My hands cramped into fists and my stomach listless
My legs just don't know where they should go
My eyes are frantically searching
My voice is wingless and perching
My eyes are frantically searching
My voice is wingless and perching
On the crux of my heartthrob
Come out if your head and into the bed
Of the stars where the shed
Their light on the night
Relieving the fright
Of the creatures so bright