self constricted box
Life’s a misery, I don’t see a reason to be, it’s a tragedy. I cant sleep at night, I’m lost with feelings of fright, scarred, not prepared, blindfolded, I’ve lost my sight, flying like a kite, immobilized in mid air, paralyzed, I ought to vocalize, no longer internalize, lord, where you at? Are you there? Can you hear me? please answer my prayer, I’ve only got one, save me from this pain, I’m going insane, I’m psychotic, I need you like an addict needs narcotics. Bring me back to life, revive me, I can’t breath, don’t leave, I’m dry heaving without you. I suffocate in my own skin, drown in my own blood, its frustrating, I don’t know where to go or where to begin, so I spin, twirling out of control, locked in, a whirlpool of emotions, going through the motions with no notions, no idea, not a clue, I pray to the lord, and the virgin Maria, assist me to see through, the veil over my eyes, I’m 22 years old and frail, trapped in my own jail, I got the key but the door is jammed from all the times its been slammed, I’m cold, with no blanket, no socks, inside a cell, my self constricted box.
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