Claustrostrophic

Claustrostrophic

My heart pounds out a funeral march
Wound up like a twenty year itch
Hear the bells peal my final days
Lock me tight
Stay the night
The ephemeral fear flows out my heart

Fallen into the cold rock bottom
Face first into the light at tunnel's end
Now I know that the hero really is dead
Pased away so long ago
Living on without a soul
The world has been turned on its side

Thoughts go jumbled in a mesh
Chest exploding from abstract terror
Crippled into this chair of fear and hate
I can't stand the sun
The big yellow bus
Hide away in the dark of the moon