Everything is closing in
Like a over dominating cloud above my head
Beyond my steps
I've tried to cry last night but I couldn't had a feeling
For once in my life I want to run away from my issues
But I know that I'd turn back and solve 'em again
I never count on anyone to do my pursues
I'm tired of writing just on sad mode remain
'cause I'm feeling anger while I'm tossing words
On shitty lines that makes me feel peaceful
I feel like I'm pulling thousand bullets from my chest
Miss may I this sensation away with reciprocate questions?
Guess what who wants flowers when you're still rest
Opening in so I can scream over my throat
Passing by my lungs and heart
I don't have to stay here, I don't have to stand this
I wanna rash into something
But I'm closing in
Lord if you're there I want you to know what you've done to me
This is the shadows behind my mind
or is this the light brighting while I'm blind?
I'm feeling enraged when I'm burning verses enchanting in this notes without any regrets, it's way better when I'm writing around this deep hole which's keeping me away from total madness. I'm closing in, closing eyes, closing places, closing scars but they're all here. Wolves can't catch me, dumbs can't touch me. You can never offend me; your God will never bless me. He doesn't touch what's already denied, but thanks for Christmas. This started about my feelings and will end about my frustrated things. Honey-ennie-minnie-hauer this philosophy well I’m as Schopenhauer's dilemma when they all are sleeping after the night club renting retail. If I pray one day I'll just say to someone who'll listen how much I goddamn suffer a huge apathy about this in detail.
