Cant breath
in the night
Cant face
myself
Cant conquer
my fears
Cant smile
without lieing
Cant cry
without dieing
Cant tell
What would the nieghbors say?
Cant fly
my wings are shattered
Cant try
sick, twisted feelings paints every road
Cant feel
hope budding from the black
Cant talk..
too many delicate chances
Cant change
the air is suffocating
Cant see
someone there
Cant swim
up through the foggy surface
Cant get
out of this smothering cloud
Cant escape
my rigid nightmares
Cant touch
the inviting bottle
Cant pull
the blessed trigger
Cant cut
into heavenly crimson - deeper, deeper
Cant stop
myself from believing that happiness
is just a faded
Illusion...