STOCKHOLM SYNDROME PT. 1
I remember
how the sky looked.
Your lips made my mouth numb.
Your face
grew closer to her neck.
It’s easy to play dumb.
I remember
all the chaos.
The frantic, nervous sounds.
I don’t remember much,
though,
once I hit the ground.
Everything went black.
Everything got cold.
I’m standing
on a sidewalk,
screaming,
“Over my dead body!”
I remember
tender spiderwebs.
All violet,
yellow,
blue.
It seems with one eye open,
still all I see is you.
I guess there was no casualty
that could make you refuse.
I hide
behind a strangled mind.
You tell me,
“Winners never lose.”
A hostage situation.
I know I should,
but I can’t leave
you
all alone
somewhere.
I know you don’t,
but I still care.
This Stockholm syndrome
might just be the death of me.
how the sky looked.
Your lips made my mouth numb.
Your face
grew closer to her neck.
It’s easy to play dumb.
I remember
all the chaos.
The frantic, nervous sounds.
I don’t remember much,
though,
once I hit the ground.
Everything went black.
Everything got cold.
I’m standing
on a sidewalk,
screaming,
“Over my dead body!”
I remember
tender spiderwebs.
All violet,
yellow,
blue.
It seems with one eye open,
still all I see is you.
I guess there was no casualty
that could make you refuse.
I hide
behind a strangled mind.
You tell me,
“Winners never lose.”
A hostage situation.
I know I should,
but I can’t leave
you
all alone
somewhere.
I know you don’t,
but I still care.
This Stockholm syndrome
might just be the death of me.