It’s tight
Hard to squeeze
This mind in a mental freeze
Not being able to feel what’s seen

Down the slippery steel edge
Romanticizing about it instead
Giving excuses til seeing red
No matter the trauma to the undead

Here, take these
Yellow ones too
Don’t forget blue ones
We might like to add a few

Come with, …down this hall
Rescue you…. my job to do
All along, my calling; strong
Helping people JUST LIKE you

I turn the very next corner
Just barely recognized to believe
A figment of my imagination
As it was me who I did see