When will it be safe inside your head?
I hear gunshots from your side while the silent screams echo from your lips when you speak
There lies a battlefield among your thoughts,
the war between who you are and who you want to be
Is it safe inside your head?
I crave to revisit the beautiful landscape that once was,
a peaceful serene across your eyes
wiped away into oblivion along with the oceans arising in your tear ducts
overflowing the trenches that lay scattered with your memories of
better days