Quick Like a Bandaid

The last one left won't last forever 
Never right when he writes down thoughts 
Fighting for air
dying trying to inhale 
Nonexistent on a large scale 
Distancing my being from sour sources of torcher 
Interesting how expensive expansion is 
Extensions of my extremities continue to bleed 
Blending into the background 
What's the exact sound of sincere fear 
I can't help but overhear voices caught up in wind gusts 
Here's where lost souls wind up 
Stuck in absolute emptiness 
Pretending it's only a temporary type of existence 
Singular sadness fills holes left behind by the madness 
Endless grains of sand slip through the hourglass 
Black holes devour mass and shit waste in outer space
makes quite a special spectacle 
The antidote for broken hope isn't available at the moment 
Movement no longer takes place 
What's the plan when time stands still 
Sit tight or abandon ship 
Treading water in a black abyss 
Hold my breath
Drown my ego 
Push my pride inside the undertow 
Wondering if they'll ever let go