Rosie from Loom by Frameworks

Each new morning's a slow thaw. 
Pacing back and forth.
Here in my current state 
I'm chasing something more.

Pacing yourself, breaths at a time,
keeping stride with traffic outside.
Bracing yourself, steps at a time.
Things you grasp, they tear at you now.

Short breaths at a time.
Small steps at a time.

Waking up to the same 
endless scenes night after night.
Scrambling to your feet 
to the sounds
of your cell door slamming shut.

A careless king is waking absent of a queen. She must be dead. 
Throughout the leaning towers, peasants keep their balance overhead.

Therefore everything is balanced. 
Everything is balanced. 
But a shape under the castle 
keeps me constantly distracted.

Nothing feels real. 
Nothing to feel. 
The world is not black and white.
It’s grey.

• Post-Hardcore
• Punk
• Gainesville