..a piece i wrote recently...it isnt finished tho...waitin for the other side of my colab...fb welcome
...im drowning wit my hands tied behing my bak, sum1 save me from this agony....b4 its too late....cuz im s l i p p i n //
my heart starts strugglin, pumpin s l o w e r and s l o w e r, leaving my physical being left like a dry fish flippin//
im surrounded in this river of torture that brings my fears 2 my eyez...as it lets the darkness drip in2 my lungz, fillin them untill i take my last gasp of air//
then, like a magic trick, the f l o w i n g crimson water turns into whisping white clouds all around me.. allowing the cool wind of relief 2 run threw my hair..//
no tangels of dissapointment get caught up that lead to mixed emotions of rage and guilt as they used 2//
i wonder, wat happened 2 me knowing who i am...or ...w a s..now everything is j um bl e d up and i dont even know where i am ...im lost wit out a clue//
my body is scarless, no identity lies upon my workin hands, i am frightened wondering wat this could mean....//
if i am not who i was b4, did i s t u m b l e on 2 the exit sign and land on the restart button for my torured life that is now unseen//
i squeeze my eyez shut at the thought of being erased or trapped alone b4 i even had a c h a n c e to live//
i try and take one last look ...but a door appears from my imagination ...dare i enter it.. knowing every soul that does never lives//