A feeling of dread,
Looming over my head,
If I don’t make it through,
I’ll end up dead
How did I get here,
Smothered in fear,
What a mess I made,
The end is near
There is no hope,
So I tied the rope ,
And I climbed and climbed,
Just trying to cope
As I planted my feet,
Into the heat,
I accepted my fate,
Our souls will meet.
Feb 22, 2020
Feb 22, 2020 at 8:40 PM UTC
A feeling of dread,
Looming over my head,
If I don’t make it through,
I’ll end up dead
How did I get here,
Smothered in fear,
What a mess I made,
The end is near
There is no hope,
So I tied the rope ,
And I climbed and climbed,
Just trying to cope
As I planted my feet,
Into the heat,
I accepted my fate,
Our souls will meet.
