Gimme a break..
Stress
My mind is unable to think straight..
Although, I think this may be fate.
To be stuck with this constant hate,
I don't know if I can control it in this state.
Every day feels like a different fight,
I can't stand the day, so I call for the night,
All I seem to bring to people, is fright,
Everything seems so tight..
I can barely feel myself breathe,
the only thing I can feel coming closer and closer is my death
everytime, i've tried to take a deep breath, i'm left with a wheeze,
Everyone acts so indifferent, so normal, it makes it hard to please,
I guess, I understand,
I wasn't meant to live grand,
every step i've taken,has felt like quicksand,
i can't seem to tell the difference between sea and land,
Time and Death
The only thing that comes to my mind is darkness
Blissful and ignorance claim my mind
nothing seems to go right, as if fate works against me
closer and closer, I feel my days shortened,
with this masked figure moving in closer
cloaked with a deadly grin as his expression,
no matter what I do, no matter how hard I've tried
these feelings of paranoia never subside
sometimes, i wonder what's wrong with me
what causes these thoughts in my mind,
each second seems to prolong it's expiring moment
only to leave me with a sigh
with every incoming day, i feel hesitant
knowing that this masked figure will be at my neck
each bony digit which would slowly wrap around my neck
will i cry on this so called judgement day? my answer is simple
no shattered tears, no angered regrets
for all i have known are just these two,
with barely anyone or thing to help me through
for I shall feel nothing when death strolls by