drowning in my antireality
filled with brutality
anger and pain
i try to fight with myself
not allowed by the brain
the force exerted by the storm
forces me to transform
sucking out reality
no one to help
on one to cry
this storm is so dry
the guilt inside covering me now
but i dnt allow
to fight till death
whatever it takes blood or breath
but i will surely come out with myself or without
to fight your own with concious blown
to postpone your life till outof the danger zone
to win with your cards shown
to me this way is not known
but to this world ill show
with theconfidence not so low
that i will live
its me who, ill forgive
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