Thoughts
As i'm lying in this square room of filth
I feel an overwhelming sound of still
Everyone is dieying slowly ever since their first breath of air
I stare at nothing yet I see something at a far
I'm hoping I can stay alive to finish this song of poetry
Rivers of blood flowing from within but without the pain
No pain no gain they always say but I feel its all just a farce
Everything is meaningless, whats all this mess
In my mind everything is pilled up inside to out
Don't ever doubt you alive or are you free to be dead or free to care
Are we free of in bondage
As I lay , I think these thoughts
thinking you might think about them too
I feel an overwhelming sound of still
Everyone is dieying slowly ever since their first breath of air
I stare at nothing yet I see something at a far
I'm hoping I can stay alive to finish this song of poetry
Rivers of blood flowing from within but without the pain
No pain no gain they always say but I feel its all just a farce
Everything is meaningless, whats all this mess
In my mind everything is pilled up inside to out
Don't ever doubt you alive or are you free to be dead or free to care
Are we free of in bondage
As I lay , I think these thoughts
thinking you might think about them too
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