The distortion of my mind restrains my hands
Something that always remains here by my side
What shape does it take, and what does it feel?
What is it that forces me, beyond my control?
If it is something that never comes to an end
What shape does it take, and what does it feel?
Apr 22
Apr 22, 2026 at 4:18 AM UTC
The distortion of my mind restrains my hands
Something that always remains here by my side
What shape does it take, and what does it feel?
What is it that forces me, beyond my control?
If it is something that never comes to an end
What shape does it take, and what does it feel?
Death is so close to us, yet we can never truly view our own death objectively
