Insulated from the chill..
Unless I breathe the ice.
Don't panic,
Just make room.
No one can stop me from entering the doors I've built with my own hands.
I walk through and hear the voices this world whispers,
the worst part is my own words are the harshest.
The devil in my mind I evicted..
Somehow keeps sneaking through the window...
I've seen too much,
and not enough at the same time.
Rounding out my pressure points,
If you touch me I'll feel no pain.
I am better than you..
I tell my ego...
.
.
.
.
.
What a mind trick.
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 9:28 AM UTC
Insulated from the chill..
Unless I breathe the ice.
Don't panic,
Just make room.
No one can stop me from entering the doors I've built with my own hands.
I walk through and hear the voices this world whispers,
the worst part is my own words are the harshest.
The devil in my mind I evicted..
Somehow keeps sneaking through the window...
I've seen too much,
and not enough at the same time.
Rounding out my pressure points,
If you touch me I'll feel no pain.
I am better than you..
I tell my ego...
.
.
.
.
.
What a mind trick.
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