Turning to stone
Filled with a hate
Filled with an anger
Filled with a sickness
That makes me enjoy.
Turning in figure
Eights..
I dare to care
I dare to listen
I dare to turn it
All off.
I laugh at the moon..
I laugh understanding
That one day all this will
End.
But when??
Away from the sunset.
I choose to believe.
But is it what I am supposed
To believe?
What is this you force
Down my throat??
I am scattered..
I can't control my
Thoughts...
I'm broken
Like glass.