i am running low

hear me lord 
i am running low 
i'm running low


feels like i've been this way before
and i am running low 


where everything is alive 
and its all relentlessly real
demanding that i stay and feel
sort out how and what it means 
when everything is not as it seems 
must i play along not picking at the seams?
should i keep having these dreams 
should i keep wondering what they mean 


am i allowed to wake up?
and.. i mean .. why am i so scared  
to know what this means 
why am i afraid 
to leave all these false dreams
why do i feel like 
its all this that Means
and its me thats nothing  it seems 


I'm running low 
i'm running low
hear me lord 
i'm running low 


My breath catches 
and my heart is tight within my chest 
my terror born limbs do not believe its just a test
and the scream that is my being will never let me rest 
yet deep down inside i know theres not much left 
and very ,nearly , soon ... its all for the best


hear me lord 
i am running low am running low


in its finality its becoming clear 
now that all is almost lost everything has become most dear
its all become one long and stumbling prayer 
bubbling forth- from and through my fear
as i rip through each tattered layer 


hear me road
i.m coming home 
i.m coming home