My insides are freezing, every ounce of passion I have is boiling down to nothing Echoes of chasmic silence have me surrounded I am overwhelmed by this sudden surge of intense self-loathing By the strong rusty winds, my existence seems grounded
I am turning cold and fragile every second, and all I long for is a wake-up call A call harsh enough to burn my freezing insides I am sick of the urge that wants me to hit my head against the wall Cause now I am well aware of how in my head, the demonic hurting creature hides
I breathe in fear, it rushes through my blood so I could feel it in my bones and veins Anxiety is like my shadow that lingers with me everywhere I go, I feel burdened Feels like I am getting drenched alone in the nagging emptiness, the whole of me drains Even in the happiest of moments, everywhere it just pains