It’s hard finding the words 

To describe this feeling 

Alive, breathing in my thoughts 

In my grasp loosing meaning 

 

Someone chaining my voice 

Sucking the air i ought to be breathing 

Crushing the soil that I walk 

Ripping my dreams in pieces 

 

Making it clear it will never stop 

Not abiding to any reasoning 

Reaching an edge I never crossed 

Contemplating the draining jar 

◄ Doors

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