uncontroable thoughts of tearing up the streets
My vision blockd by the blood,
it drips from my eyes to my lips,
I listen and all I hear is my own screams
I dont know who to trust
nothing is as it seems.
I reach out with open arms
all I get is people wanting to bring me harm.
My head unclear
My heart disconnected
I am the center of my own fear
I wish I could just dissapear.
Ponder this.
What if I was never meant to exist?
Does that mean I should leave?
Everyone has a different story
who should I belive?
You break the lid off of my box with a hatchet
You look in and you see a empty casket.
Where did my body go?
I never meant for you to know.
My conciouness taken into the abyess
its so dark, perfect for me
its my own form of reality.
Id give you all the finger but I dont have the time
so I created for you my final ryme.
You never caught one tear that dropped
no one cared until after my heart stopped
Now my life has come to a end
Now I want to start back where it all began.