run-(al)on(g the) lines
swallow a grenade and kill the butterflies in my stomach.
i've lost the challenge and i'm back to square one
(or rather line one
oh wait make that the nth line)
on my vulnerable skin.
feelings are overrated
pain is just a message
and i am less than a whisper
over crashing vehicles and sirens blaring
over people yelling and fighting ghosts
from pasts and present and within
without a real attempt to win.
sometimes it's easier to be between a rock
and a hard place
because then you have nothing to gain
and the insignificance is just
a tad more comforting than life.