Love and feelings could you not forsake me,
deep breaths in my soul make me,
hopelessness I have degrades me,
slow days don't phase me.
But only catch me in awe to amaze me.


For alas I'm probably going crazy.

I want a lot of things, but a lot of things don't want me,
pushing  me away, as I'm pulling back.
From the glamour of the fame, and bit of success. I still want a piece of that.

For alas I'm probably at a place of lack.

And it's kind of an empty fact,
a dark hole I see myself falling into the very trap,
Selling me no good, comforting it with a pat to the back.

Pat pat you go,
for a piece of that sell your soul.

And they'll take your light, steal it's glow,
now you've lost your soul.
On wishing to have everything, but you've lost it all.
And the depths of Hell itself call upon you to pay your debts for your soul.


And like these words of such a write,
from top to bottom following a flow,
that's not what I hope to come from to go.
I want a bit of fame, but won't spare my soul.