Birdweep
stuck stuck stuck and enclosed in bad habits & thoughts. i want to breakout of my skeleton, shed from my skin. in a pink brain, with no windows for eyes, i see nothing but darkness and cluttered madness. let's make a journey, breakout of this hell
stuck stuck stuck and enclosed in bad habits & thoughts. i want to breakout of my skeleton, shed from my skin.
Without thinking, just typing away, I question if my head is screwed on correctly. I feel it hangs too loosely atop of my spinal cord and I soon will spill every thought I've ever had onto the ground. But is that possible?
The lid of self-doubt has overtaken my life and presses against my ambitions leaving me in a pool of broken dreams, broken hearts, disappointment. The 3 things I oh so desperately wanted to avoid. Mother, please forgive me for not being able to break free from the dark shadows that have lurked behind me since I was a long boy. The pressure just caused me to snap into several pieces like the Berlin Wall; I was destroyed in front of the world.
Risks that come with rewards. Rewards that come with risks. The question is, "do we sacrifice it all for nothing?".
Some people's favorite part of Wintertime is the color red. Rudolph's red nose. Santa's outfit. Red Christmas lights and wrapping paper. I like it because of the beautiful shade of red when there's blood shed in the snow.