Sleep is like treading the darkest abyss where shadows have bodies, and nightmares exist feeling blood from my wrist it flows like the red sea before it was split night time I drift don't turn on the lights, a day in the light frightens me stiff life is a risk... fall because climbing exerts the higher, the climate gets worse jump off the ledge just to land in the dirt eyes full of dirt the things that I've seen how can it get worse mind as vivid as movies this is too real then it keeps reeling and reeling I'm dealing my feelings are filled up with build up from ceilings I try to hide under look-ing out the window-- its too high to land so fly if I can or die if I cant
RUSSELL
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