its a beautiful serenity
beginnings tend to be
my torture numbed, my landscape free
i felt whole i felt open
no crying, no lying
i am weightless i have room
i can walk, i've left my tomb
i smell, i can be
as time goes on
numbness no longer feels free
this little yellow pill grew legs inside of me
i used these legs to run to deep dark corners inside my being
i thought hiding would end it, no more suffering
i could cry until im aching
i could yell my lungs sore
but i always feel trapped
someone locked the door
ive been here before
this world disrupted
im not sure which is better
the numbness or the sting
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 3:33 PM UTC
its a beautiful serenity
beginnings tend to be
my torture numbed, my landscape free
i felt whole i felt open
no crying, no lying
i am weightless i have room
i can walk, i've left my tomb
i smell, i can be
as time goes on
numbness no longer feels free
this little yellow pill grew legs inside of me
i used these legs to run to deep dark corners inside my being
i thought hiding would end it, no more suffering
i could cry until im aching
i could yell my lungs sore
but i always feel trapped
someone locked the door
ive been here before
this world disrupted
im not sure which is better
the numbness or the sting