lock in

how quickly does the pain wash over
leave the broken pieces where they fall
a bleeding wound that keeps dripping
all my complaints are now so small
what do i do with this ball of rage
that burns in my gut like a promise broken
how many days will it take me to age
and forget the echos of whispers spoken
then i also think perhaps i needed this
a brutal wake up call, a fist in the face
i guess we all needed this
this call of the void, the unknown