I buried the star so far as I assumed it’s dead
My heart turns into shadows of dread
My mind is eating stale bread
Putrid flesh, a cold mess
Depressed
Illusional thoughts perceptional disease it brought
Nothing but endless drought
A part of me has died and the other is alive
The dead and the living
survive
I cried and I tried
the might I must master to hold-on tight
but I lost my grip and fall into a trip
deep within the hallows of my demons
© Pax
Jun 10, 2013
Jun 10, 2013 at 11:27 AM UTC
I buried the star so far as I assumed it’s dead
My heart turns into shadows of dread
My mind is eating stale bread
Putrid flesh, a cold mess
Depressed
Illusional thoughts perceptional disease it brought
Nothing but endless drought
A part of me has died and the other is alive
The dead and the living
survive
I cried and I tried
the might I must master to hold-on tight
but I lost my grip and fall into a trip
deep within the hallows of my demons
© Pax
my demons are my anxieties i am trying to overcome....
that is why i am draw to the lyrics of Florence + the machine - shake it out
it said : looking for heaven found the devil in me....
