I'd rather be quiet than loud
,sit in my own self-pity
and hatred
as I lock myself in the jail cell called my mind
convicted of self incrimination.
Lowered into this hell we call life
When I awake from the nightmares
Of my dreams
Falling into the foggy lava, blind folded
because I don't control,
where I go
but I know where I'll end up
because the voices in my mind
told me so.
