Lost

Glued open eyes, with blacked out torches
Falling to the ground,
The lake awaited our tendency to not comprehend when to stop

We kept spinning, like a spider feeding it's last meal,
Still can't find our way to the top

I'm no mountain, I'm just an anthill, constructed by hard work,
Keep your guesses coming
Even if we are falling apart,
I'll be happier now than I would've been before

Continuing to consume this courage,
Nobody there to hear me say I love you,
Keep building these walls like a drone,
Soon I will find my way back home

Swim in the consumption of fear,
Pages don't stop turning
Even if you're lost, the end will catch up with you as the book closes