I awake with the dripping anxiety of death
It's puppetry crafting my fears with its laced strings
Making me do the dance of regret and guilt
The darkness consumes me as I writhe with the agonising realisation

I am not alone
I am going to die
I see my tombstone
I see my soul starting to fly

But why?


That night when the moonlights silver ribbons danced across the darkest ocean.
His face dripping with the crimson liquid that shows the sign of life
Sirens echoed as red and blue flashed into the night.
It was my fault.
It's always my fault


He died because of me
And now I can't see

I can't sleep
I can't breathe
Save me... please
Save me from this nightmare

Ha, don't get me started
At first it was jokes about who farted
Then became jokes about who coughed on the tree
Ha, at first it was football then skipping school and breaking rules
Getting good grades but stayed barely in tune....
What happened?
Friends?
Is it because it has end at the end of a word so bleak that it could never be true because
Definition states that friends are those who are close..
But now we're just split and distant like ghost who float on our on clouds
Breaking are own rules
No longer skipping school to get high...
Now were at work everyday trying to get by, while some stick to telling lies like I don't get high no more...Ha, friends what happened man,bro,homie,dog,og?
I guess friends do come to an end like the drop of this text box type style ink pen............

If this is life
Work
Pay
Eat
Sleep
Repeat
A cycle of not going ******
Trying to stay humble
And positive soaking my time up in trees
That no longer breath
But turn to paper
Which Is spent to stay warm at night
If this is life I don't know the true meaning of living

What am I
What are you
What are we
What should we do
Is it God
Or is it a 22
I'm 22 and see nothing but the birds in blue
Should I breath or should I hold my breath
Is this world real
I ask you because you am I
We our together and we all soon fly
But the birds in blue soon turn to the birds in black
They call this America
I call it a child screaming for help
This world
It couldn't be real- Holy wolf