Getting Crushed

Self-serve the ambient state of mind
scrape clean the plate, leave nothing behind
childhood nostalgia, eats through the numb
sounds of unknown origin, take your soul and run
conflict of interest, and conflict of heart
a leashed and lavished absence, tears me apart
hard enough to crush me, still keeping me alive
split and spilt out upon this concrete falling sky
a solid thought floats through me, then it dissipates
leaving me empty-alone, to dine with the fates
I fear that I will wake, before you reach in past my eyes
As I find myself afraid, awake and dreaming lies