Sounds of screeching rhythms sounds inside a dungeon of a mind
Am i hallucinating or am i sleeping fine ?
Prisoners banging drums , revels to the night
Souls flying high completely free of fright
But plummeting back down to the safety of your bed
Your heart will fall slower than it previously bled
Don't pursue your dismal chords
Dont fake being happy with a heart that is scorned
Do! Commit pen to paper
Let your feelings erode the jagged edges of your heart
Turn your skin inside out if it means showing who you really are
Because who you are on the inside
Is a soul that has been trying to try