Days full of hope end with nights demanding acceptance. I resist by conceding my progress to unrealistic expectations.
having trouble with a solitary setting where the auditory levels dip below my ears
when i go to bed i queue an album that can take away the worries of another night of my unfounded fear becoming clear
growing up inside a bubble had a family there to say goodnight i never had to face a mirror
now when i’m alone i feel the dread of what i medicate but i cannot release it with my dehydrated reservoir of tears
pile on the pressure to be at the top
compliment competitive and discipline the tissues that are soft
dial up a standard to become a knot
sitting like a rock i learned to treasure burdens like they’re Camelot
vile creature living underneath the docks
regulate my mood with hypothermia to see how low i drop
bridal is the way i like to run a shop
selling my extravagance in hopes of hiding everything it cost
– D K T
D K T 