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everything and nothing at all
Haven't the wills of life choked me enough? to live is to suffer, yet I feel like a dead body anchored up to the shore for preys to eat, haven't I been eaten enough?
I feel my soul being void, clasping my heart to do something, anything at all, but my body stays frozen in time, somebody shoot me alive.
I have had enough, my heart's been clawed enough yet they tell you it's just the tales of life, bullshit.
To feel is a nonsensical thing, yet how am I feeling everything.
They see me as a transparent glass, their own reflection is what's to see, never mine, I'm no importance.
I've fought my way, clawed until my body bore blood, heaving for solace yet it's problems that choke me, like inevitable pieces of glasses being shoved down my throat take it, you're tougher than a beast at battle. I am not. I am tired.
A forest fire, yet I am the forest and the fire. A burning paradox, too scorched for anyone to save.
I feel my soul being void, clasping my heart to do something, anything at all, but my body stays frozen in time, somebody shoot me alive.
I have had enough, my heart's been clawed enough yet they tell you it's just the tales of life, bullshit.
To feel is a nonsensical thing, yet how am I feeling everything.
They see me as a transparent glass, their own reflection is what's to see, never mine, I'm no importance.
I've fought my way, clawed until my body bore blood, heaving for solace yet it's problems that choke me, like inevitable pieces of glasses being shoved down my throat take it, you're tougher than a beast at battle. I am not. I am tired.
A forest fire, yet I am the forest and the fire. A burning paradox, too scorched for anyone to save.
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