Stop Motion

A frame, a parallel life that you left for me

Scripted into a story of my own apathy

I taste the ink

In a rut

Stop Motion stutters my senses

Let me go

So I can gather up what's left

(Just give me another chance)

To breathe

You let me drown just to bring me back

Numb in my shell with nothing left to give

In a rut

Stop Motion stutters my senses

Let me go

So I can gather up what's left