I forget where I remember to leave it

I feel a twitch in the muscle of my heart
I can't tell if it's emotional or physical
My thoughts consumed by potential
911 calls and regrets of things
That haven’t happened yet

I wet my tongue
Dry and limp
My left side numb
I think of things that haven’t
Happened yet

Where were those sparks
Anger I once used to spew
Across my consciousness
Inspiring in its ferocity and determination
I feel a twitch

I’ve become emotionally involved in a million
Ideas
I can never finish
I’ve fought myself all along
So a twitch becomes a
Threat
And a death becomes a dream.