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Don't Read This. For My Pages are Blank.
slowly falling apart at the seems
behind the scenes,
screaming to my self in my car till i am voiceless
wishing i had more of a life than this
its eating me away from the inside out
i am losing touch with this world and everything renowned
this is not just a simple depressing verse
this is the end of my foundations and my crumbling universe
"get me out of here"
i scream at myself
i am stuck in this soundless black pit
hoping for a hand to reach in a pull me out
i am suffercating since i have no leg room
and i am slowly drowning myself in my own tears
i feel my problems run down the back of my throat and fill my lounges
asphyxiating the sound of anything my voice might succumb
nightmeres, daymeres,
broken mirrors, shattered mirrors.
all these meres are afflicting me
they all cast an illusion
of an out of body enigma
a bad hallucination of what should be.
i am looking at myself in this position
without any regard for any hesitation
to fix my blind misplaced ambitions.
take away my breath.
since one day it will escape me anyway
take it away today and have death be on its way
nothing to see here
just another broken man
without a name, a nobody
only judged by the cover since every page is missing
save me or at least die trying
before i die trying, to die
witch can easily be self relieving
