Rabbit Whole Killer
Coming to the promised end
Too soon and too late
But the quick-fix bliss wears thin
And when you can finally see straight
The floaty feeling in your chest says:
Can we go again?
Laying in the darkness between moments
Wrapped in hopelessness on the floor
You tell yourself “That’s it. No more.”
But in the flood before the storm
When the thought of not being struck
By lightning becomes too much
You hear that voice again:
Just one more time.
Just one more slide.
Please come ride with me
Down the rabbit hole just
This one last time.
And like a TV marathon
There’s time for one more show
And like a home without a heart
You have nowhere to go
But just keep telling yourself
There’s always tomorrow.