I cry silently in my room
Mascara staining my pillow case
How dare you think this has anything to do with you.
I'm a stranger to myself
And i don't want to be saved
My brain a chaotic maze of dead ends, wrong turns secret rooms, and locked doors.
A dark paradise
black vines wait to make you their prisoner
The more you struggle the harder they choke the sweet earthly air from your lungs, ripping you into the void you have been searching for your entire life without even knowing
A temporary bliss
Do they see you? Do they even care?
Or is everyone poisoned by their own hypnotic daydreams
Walking the Earth a black hole, suckling from the *** of the demon himself for a taste of "true happiness"