Pad challenge Day 1 Serena

the entrance to the tomb

by Serena Mossgraves

the door was closed
after the corpse was laid,
to keep the dark things out.

the entrance to the tomb
was meant to be used
only once in a lifetime,
for else the souls would
play jump rope forth and with.

Pad challenge Day 1 Patricia

Rotate,
nothing to stop it,
against the flow
in and out again.

the entrance
to the jail,
has no locks…
Just a hesitant reminder
that prisoners are supposed
to be stopped.

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Lyrics –

I heard a knock upon my door the other day
I opened it to find death staring in my face
The feel of mortal stalking still reverberates
Everywhere I go, I drag this coffin just in case

My body’s trembling, sends shivers down my spine
Adrenaline kicks in, shifts into overdrive
Your secrets keep you sick, your lies keep you alive
Snake eyes every single time you roll with crooked dice

I felt the darkness as it tried to pull me down
The kind of dark that haunts a hundred year old house
I wrestle with my thoughts, I shook the hand of doubt
Running from my past, I’m praying, feet don’t fail me now

I’ve lost my goddamn mind, it happens all the time
I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here
Trying to consume, the drug in me is you
And I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?

I got these questions always running through my head
So many things that I would like to understand
If we are born to die and we all die to live
Then what’s the point of living life if it just contradicts?

I’ve lost my goddamn mind, it happens all the time
I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here
Trying to consume, the drug in me is you
And I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?

I’ve lost myself
You tried to reach me, but you just can’t help me
So long, goodbye
You tried to save me, it wont work this time

‘Cause now I’ve lost my fucking mind, and there’s no fucking time
I can’t believe I’m actually meant to be here
Trying to consume, the drug in me is you
And I’m so high on misery, can’t you see?

Oh, can’t you see?
Can’t you see?

My 2 cents –

Like Last week this one has a feel of the lyrics blaming the person the song is about, but this time it is less generalized. This one is more personal. And in some ways that feels better? The singer feels like they are doubting the hold they feel this person has on them. It is an interesting video. And a slightly relatable song.