Fight the pain as it consumes you
Burn the rain before it soaks you
This ain’t the way to live in this place
My heart stopped beating.
Dull the knife after it cuts you
Tame the dog so he won’t bite you
This ain’t the way to feel in this place
Yeah, my lungs stopped breathing.
I can hardly say that I hate this place
But somehow I’m slowly drifting away.
This isn’t my home, no I don’t feel alone,
I just know that there is no more help for me
I’m a car with scratched up chrome,
Broken wheels and a slashed horn
No shocks, on blocks, radio goes tick-tock
In so many directions, I’m feeling inflections
They hide my own intentions.
Heal the wounds so they won’t kill you
Crack the rock before it trips you
Don’t let the people see your face
My feet stopped moving.
Breathe the smoke that will seduce you
Drink the death that can entice you
Did you see the look all over my face?
My nerves stopped feeling.
Now that the end is dressed in pink,
My body’s slowly gonna sink.
We’re all about to fall, it’s been carved into the wall
You don’t hear the screams of souls at all
Take one last step across the parapet
I’m on the street whispering,
‘This is it. This is it.’
You’re an electrical outlet bein’ stuck with a pin
Crying out for someone to let you in
You’re a million dollar check
Without a name on the line
No, neither of us will ever be fine.
But I’ll pretend, darling,
As the clock gets choked on time.
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Submission Name: On Blocks 
