Help

Racing, running
Can't stop the rhythm
My heart, my head
Can't turn it off
It's a jumble [like the carpet]
In a jungle of tiny threads
It's all mix-matched [like the tree leaves]
Mistaken poison ivy
This sand is far too heavy
Though I'll never let you know
I'm not treading water, no
I'm sinking [can't seem to crawl back out]
You'd think it'd be quick
Over and done with
Seeing as I fell in "quicksand"
Which doesn't make sense, in a practical sense,
Cuz I fell when you were holding my hand
Well, it's rather slow [as torture tends to go]
So please, have mercy
Shoot me now or pull me out
Don't just stand there
Staring me down