Eyes wide open
White sockets kept closing in
Staring at the ceiling with brimming tears
Wobbling mouths concealing the screams
What's normal is an illusion now
They can't even save me
Tossing and turning
Trying to sleep
Darkness is an abandoned place
But why is it my perfect company in the moonlight?
Help is all I need but I'm too silent to plead
I tried my best to see the light
At the end of the tunnel
Too scared to repent my sins
Or was it all inside my mind?
To see is to believe
What I see are the things I should not believe
Faith will be lost in the depths of the abyss
Convincing myself to be saved
But each night I admit to myself
There's too much Hell inside me
Blame the sickness itself, not the person
All I ever wanted is a good day
Snatched it upon my hands
Laughing at me
I don't deserve to be happy
Aren't you tired of wearing plastic masks?
Plastered smiles are peeling off your faces
Thou shalt not be afraid
For the monsters under your bed
Are now inside of your head
That's what happens
A girl with no proper sleep
Thinking what will happen
If she vanished within oblivion
We all get tired sometimes
Frustratingly famished for a rest
Verily, verily, I say unto you
When I asked for a rest
Please take note
I will finally close my lid
Underground six feet
Dec 29, 2017
Dec 29, 2017 at 2:16 PM UTC
Eyes wide open
White sockets kept closing in
Staring at the ceiling with brimming tears
Wobbling mouths concealing the screams
What's normal is an illusion now
They can't even save me
Tossing and turning
Trying to sleep
Darkness is an abandoned place
But why is it my perfect company in the moonlight?
Help is all I need but I'm too silent to plead
I tried my best to see the light
At the end of the tunnel
Too scared to repent my sins
Or was it all inside my mind?
To see is to believe
What I see are the things I should not believe
Faith will be lost in the depths of the abyss
Convincing myself to be saved
But each night I admit to myself
There's too much Hell inside me
Blame the sickness itself, not the person
All I ever wanted is a good day
Snatched it upon my hands
Laughing at me
I don't deserve to be happy
Aren't you tired of wearing plastic masks?
Plastered smiles are peeling off your faces
Thou shalt not be afraid
For the monsters under your bed
Are now inside of your head
That's what happens
A girl with no proper sleep
Thinking what will happen
If she vanished within oblivion
We all get tired sometimes
Frustratingly famished for a rest
Verily, verily, I say unto you
When I asked for a rest
Please take note
I will finally close my lid
Underground six feet
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