my thoughts are all trapped inside of this
cage im searching for comfort
but a cold wind remains
hiding behind of my eyes-
imagination inside
oh the things it can do
when it wants to destroy you.
third degree burns
from the names that ive heard God
how could you create such a gruesome monstrosity
i think i need
a fxcking lobotomy
im picking my brain for
the words to describe
this decrepit and war torn host youve provided
now im not one for being so downright
depressed
im sorry i havent been doing my
best but
im reaching for someone or
something to hold
but im falling deeper and deeper
and dear God
its getting old.
