How can I stop talking if the voice is in my head
If rather than building up others, I'm breaking myself instead
Never leaving my mind, my universe, my cell
How can I stop talking myself down into Hell?
The fear of conversing with others is twisting my eyes away
Colors are fading from rainbows, and night is fading from day
How is it that I cannot even stay my darkness that delves
Through each lowest on that rocket ship to Hell?
O God, I hope you're listening to this terrible creature of thine
I know you're eternally busy, I just hope you take the time
Listen to my prayers, I know they're getting thinner
But please have mercy on me, a sinner
God bless,
>P<
Joshua Fahey
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