#insaneones
My head is like a ***** that was hit to many times
You can hear a pin drop in this trouble soul of mine
And my heart is diamond, cause not even a bullet can make through
It’s ****** shield protecting it from everyone even you
Cause I’ve touched the ground more than once
My guilt has made a hole on the stone-cold floor
Nowadays my walk is more of an abstract dance
As my thoughts try to break my chained door
Still you wont ever hear me beg, I won’t ever cry
My thoughts maybe slowly making me mad
But in this society, I would rather die
Cause the immortals of these days, are the ones that fall
Not the ones who fought battles and won
But the ones that did nothing at all
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 10:27 AM UTC