walls blocking the sight, that might contain a tight window behind.
distorted vision, i see what i fight for,
for i fight for seeing right.
but eyes get affected, swallow another painkiller, drown in drugs.
no ties, no controversy. blame myself with no mercy.
nail myself to the forfeit. gore fate. no fate, nor faith.
no religion, no ability to walk straight.
intellect that doesn't heal my mistakes.
mind that doesn't draw my traits.
no feelings, only senses, mostly pain.
no perspectives other than through lenses of stains.
they call it heart, i call it brain.
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