Whispers of panic,
When you knowing yourself an addict.
Type of closure of young, wishing I had it.

Tears and bruises
Not hanging with the losers
Acting like the choosers.

Waiting on the world as it holds the weight,
Upon my narrow shoulders growing broad as growing to be much older.
Questioning what is Love living next to fate.

Fate as it is much scarier than destiny that can't be changed
On a lower scale of life running out of the range.
Through the many chapters of life moving through each and every single page.


But where I am in life is not where I stay,
For each and every day there's a dawning fact.
When a darkness of hopelessness smells of early morning decay.
Though questioning if there's anymore to life beyond any of that.

Comes the mystery of a mind behind the curious eye
Keeping close looks to each other being one's personal spy.
Then what is the logic of the definition with no defy.

Whispers I hear across the scope of a narrow view,
What is then Love with lost emotions. Therefore what is True.
What rising Demons roam around your heart's front door, what troubles knock loudly searching for only you.

Silence being golden,
Though lack of sound drives me sometimes insane.
My mind overloading,
But I take my overthinking to be the one I  blame.

To be the if of my nose running on snow,
White lines of the cold forecast.
Drugs men take to blow,
The buzz failing to last.

Why do it still, no-one knows.