The Rant Of A Mind Deserted
I am mechanically living,
I am life's puppet on a string,
I am a dandelion among orchids,
I am surrounded by beautiful people with ugly truths,
I can't bear it
I am lost in such a familiar place and it's written all over my face
My reactions have become charracateur,
I want to disappear somewhere,
I want to hide,I have been trying to confide
Cuccooning myself in this bed.....
Intraveniously feed me up with positivity please, so all this might ease,
Can i keep floating footloose through this?
Precipitation of my tears are the rainclouds over my head,
I'd like a clockwork brain that runs on time
But mine is broken, and there's a constant chime
I don't want to bother the one's i love, but i'm helpless and blind,
Ther's a part of my brain that seems stuck on rewind,
A hurricane of emotions, a twister of fear,
How can i be suffocating? There's no bag over my head
Today, right now, i deserve to be dead,
I don't want to die
Just not exist for a while...