Modern Emotions - Old Scents

It's so hard to attract you
and even harder to touch you
I keep making promises i can't keep
And now i'm losing sleep
But somehow i'm sleeping more than i ever have before
How can one be so rested yet so mentally sore
Blue light piercing my eyes while I try to get past your walls
Ones I can dive through proverbially but never be able to touch at all
Why do I treat this shit like a job?
Is it some sort of challenge to play with people's hearts?
I'm being drawn and quartered, my attention and care divided and still I haven't decided which limb i want ripped off first
Because modern medicine can't treat modern emotions
I can't reattach I can never go back
And i know for a fact a phantom will follow me and give me pains of what I lack
I write like I've cried but I never shed a tear
It's not some absence of empathy but rather this knocking fear
It beats down my door and comes inside
Tells me that if i release then forever i must hide
And then when i've cowered under my bed
It takes what covers i had left and disappears
Then the apathy sets in and i'm cold to myself
I can't quell my heart but i can stop the transfer of help
What I'm doing writing this is a form of choking
Gripping and asphyxiating and grabbing and poking
The veins which my feelings run through can surely be stopped
The pressure will rise and the source will not
Eventually the pipes will become to wide
Burst and release all that is inside
The spill will fill 'till I am killed
Left to heal these heels arrows barely tilled
I've treated these wounds like nicks on the cheek
but they're burrowed in my guts and they're going to keep
growing and growing as I run away
Torn like a bag a child opened in a hurry
I choose my left arm, I choose my right
I choose my head or my leg or my life
Take me apart with the ropes 'round my wrists
tied to horses I beat with a stick

[@przemekgreda6504]

A really nice song and an even nicer artist

[@brebnan]

you’re awesome bro ❤️