• life is weird, its one of my biggest fears, lookin in the mirror, like is it me, is this my life? im not where i wanna be, but there is so much unknown that ive yet to see, but already i want to flee, life suckin me dry like a giant flea...minute by minute, second by second, i reckon thats just how life is, its tellin me to yield, but i want to wield the weapons, except that wont happen, im bare-handed my feet landed, but my soul is still flyin, people still lyin, the non-sense enters my ears, dirty lies, i need to rinse them, away ive strayed to far, and ive stayed dormant for too long, nothing seems right so i guess its wrong, but it feels like im losing a lung, so hard to breathe, theres hands around my neck, they wont let go, they would let me leave, im faced with a foe, that is unfamiliar and unknown, but my feet are planted, im stationary like a pillar....tryin to stay good so i dont end up a killer, blood-stained and lifeless eyes, light so faint, this man is no saint, the light is almost out, here watch it flicker, walkin through a forest and it just got much thicker,and my pace has gotten much quicker, and ive gotten so bitter and its just past winter, no snow, no cold, but why then am i freezing, trying to seize the faint flame, thats alit, i havent stoped yet, so it isnt time to quit, im hanging on a ledge of a pit, looking down at the bottomless hole, faced with a decision, even tho i still dont have my soul...