Music Prompt #31: “I Can’t Escape Myself” by The Sound

First let me apologize for the delay, Rose requested a substitute for Friday and I only just saw her email buried in my overflowing inbox.  I have been swamped well beyond my capacity to cope this month. With that in mind I have brought you a song, a disturbing song (the video makes it more so, just listening or reading the lyrics is fine), that deals with mental illness.

So many feelings
Pent up in here
Left all alone, I’m with

The one I most fear.

I’m sick and I’m tired
Of reasoning;
Just want to break out,
Shake off this skin.

I, I can’t
Escape myself.

All my problems
Loom larger than life
I can’t swallow
Another slice.

Seems like my shadow
Mocks every stride.
I learn to live with
What’s trapped inside?

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  1. […] My lips cradle your forgotten reliquaries. I am dissatisfied with my meager existence, with the unquenchable depths that are my fears. So senseless, these stories with their grievous outcomes. My senses are addictions, they shovel in horror after horror, at least my brain is given to such ornery interpretations. I hate my brain, how weak and sickly a thing, a brain. I am polluted, sacred still, but markedly polluted and I think that I should suffocate if not for the occasional bout of laughter. – What reason have I to laugh what reason could I possibly need? I don’t like people in a collective sense. We are an insatiable wake, always seeking a definition that excuses our personal excesses and prohibits the prosperity of others. We envy everything, even the deficits, even the illnesses of others because those scars could be used to claim some benefit for which we are not eligible given our fortune. – We are cruel to one another because in others we assign our motives and in others we see that which we find lacking in ourselves. Beneath our frightful costumes there is a child hurting, an innocence indelible and if we could only forgive we’d see that we too are substantial. – Music Prompt #31: “I Can’t Escape Myself” by The Sound […]


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