Eyes so stifling
piercing so and so
a look that's like
fingers pointing
no escape--
A piece of paper
torn though blank
no chance
of being written upon
no chance given,
so i could erase..
Close my eyes
so dark i see
wishful thinking
that all's a dream--
Nightmare, if i may..
Pain be gone
depart my way
I have had so much
couldn't bare no more
can't think straight
reality's askewed
sands for tears
painful to cry..
shameful to cry..
hanging from bent nails
holding, but
falling..
smile for a while
but the weight's
just too much!
When will i ever
call myself free?
Those eyes
that's so stifling
piercing so and so
I close mine
hoping it's gone
wishful thinking
still holding but
falling...