event horizon

every year that adds to your life

takes away from mine

its no use when we're born in the same year

my lifes a balancing act, a purgatory waiting line

its been a while since ive seen sterile tiles

white gowns and frowns behind blue masks

to see you grow makes my roots wilt and die

im a dead tree on standby

fragile to the touch yet standing tall and high

cant flatline

event horizon smiles, pull them in with sharp teeth and sharper lies

i got pulled in and never escaped