matt fromm - F.U. (forever unchained)

Although the planes soar far above my house it's still nowhere near as far as I need to go.

I'll never waste another tear.
Whats the point...at this point.

For some reason it angers me when cars drive down my street.

I may be in my house and home at the same time but the fear still gets me.

Paranoid! Afraid of seeing her silhouette darken my doorway when I'm in this peaceful state of mind.

She's got me checkin, all the time, my rearview mirror.
Still not far enough away.
Stalking me like an angry fly and I'm the spider caught in the bath tub.
Bone dry.
Too smooth to climb my way out.
Using every ounce of strength I have as I repeatedly slide backward.
Maliciously taunted and mocked by her
as she circles above.
Please god get me higher.
So high.
Out of reach.
Out of sight.
Out of control.

matt fromm

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