I dangle there my feet bare above the floor the rope is taught the chair no longer there time slows to a sloth's pace agony as i watch the clock each second an eternity my life should pass
Gazing to a place that isn't there we ponder massless thoughts weighing words of intangibility our minds lost wondering aimlessly until reality knocks upon the door
My curse and my desire a need and disease It's my bad habit not even I have to like it I know the warnings they are quite clear I fear it may be too late the cancer I feel is near