A caterpillar trying to fly
Even if it means in 9 months they'll die.
A seedling trying to become a tree,
But after this goal is met sawdust it shall be.
A black hole on the foot of my bed
going forever, trying not to be lead.
A thump on my bed step ghostly
and frightening.
This will keep me awake,
I’ve spent eternity deciphering
Sawing away the pieces that
Will get me thrown in a cage.
I felt i was wasting my mind on thoughts of sympathy
killing my time leaving the next line empty
rotting away, all that i was good for
letting astray the morbid thoughts i live for.
casted away
living astray
I keep relying, and the lying always goes right through
defenastraitions all i see,
And all these crazy thoughts in me, are dead....