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I feel it,
And I’m loosing it.
My mind is slowly slipping,
My sanity poisoned,
Now, its violent insanity.
My soul is slowly drifting as well,
I can feel the emptiness.
Yet, my heart is filled,
With passion and faith,
It’s the only thing that keeps me here.
Yet, I feel my self drifting,
Then succeeding to exist.
Still I’m full of all the pain,
All the sadness.
Worst of all,
It won’t stop,
I can’t cry.
I’ll never be free.
No, no freedom is like trying to hold water in your hands,
It slips through the cracks.