Tripping Over Myself

Paused marches, tripping and falling,
a mess of confusion and publicized failure.
Screams of disdain, torture and pain,
aimed at each other, never the same.

Lines being crossed, grenades being thrown,
land mines set, these are the words of confidence.
Explosions triggered, time goes off,
we have run out of opportunities for a last resort.

A dark fog of distance travels in front of my eyes,
there is no way of looking forward when all hope is lost in despair.
Smell the blood seeping out of my feet,
these are the wounds of ragged rocks.
The last of my light gone through my failure to try,
this forgetful nature ruining my final chance.

Grabbing the flashlight tight in your hold,
Looking through your bag,
It is a lost cause,
There are no batteries to use, no energy to control.

Why does the distraction of want hurt the goal?
Why does the pain of failure only worsen the result?
Why can't we see that we are destroying ourselves?
Is this really what we are searching for?

It's a circle of emotions; sad happy numb, sad happy numb
over and over we feel the lost.
It's a crawl of disembodied chills, sneaking up behind my soul
I am falling into my own destruction,
depression covering the me that used to be.

Its a sad hard truth to lose your soul.
Its a sad hard truth to lose your soul.
Its a sad hard truth to lose your soul.
I am proof of what was once there, but is now a distant nightmare.