Gutter

Planes and trains they cut me off
Trying hard to find my home
Every turn the next mistake
Every day a different shade
Every heart has a pulse
That don't mean much to me
Just like the good book says
All of us will fade away

Escape the morbid thought
Always ready for the fall
Thinning blood
My skin will crawl
Descending to the dark
Where thoughts don't make a sound
Temporary workarounds
Count down to the restart
Permanence is not for us

Falling from grace
Going nowhere
World passes by
Numb to the taste