My wrath is massive.
To not hurt anyone
I keep it locked away.

Now the only one who's hurt by it
is me.

writing is easy
when your heart is in the lead
your mind in the back
of itself
i guess
but as soon
as something happens
worth writing
my brain says
i told you so
crosses the line
my heart left
in the back this time
locked away
bleeding
along with
the pen
as i run
out
of
ink

Locked-down, feet to the ground.
A pilots hands once useful
Now sat and still.

No purpose no pain.
No pleasure no gain
life is no longer living.

A girl wears a mask to cover her expressions
And fight an imaginary war.

Idle and stationary
We sit and we think.
What the **** happened
And pour another drink.

What do we do?
Where can we go?

Keep quiet and be patient
For this is not a battle but a war.
The enemy is living
and to attack is to be dead.

Our Great War
Is to lockdown.

Here I am sitting,
Wondering and wandering through my mind,
The life I want and could have had,
If only this pandemic did not arrived.

Im feeling sad deep inside,
Of not being satisfied of the life I have,
I am not here to get roasted,
Though I know I deserved it.

I know I am fortunate from most others,
I know I am acting so insensitive,
I have choose to be optimistic almost all the time,
But I choose to be honest just this time.

you're all locked up, and
you gave me permission to
enter, without giving me
the key

and i can't feel like myself,
i'm locked inside the world of,
somebody else.
where the walls feel like a box,
and this skin feels like a toxin
to me.

i wanna be free