Chaos

 

The walls are closing in, pressure's building up.

 

World has gone corrupt, my heart is a sinking ship,

 

Drowning in the ocean even though I'm on the coast;

 

I'm on edge of a falling deck, praying not to fall.

 

 

I tried to fly up to the sky, ended up going down.

 

From my lips, there was a sound, a silent scream no one heard at all.

 

The trees begin to fall, shackles graze my wrists, burn me to the bone.

 

My mind is a whirl pool, a steady, ticking bomb 10 minutes from detonation.

 

 

Your consumption of my words should be a rather salty meal.

 

Welcome to my chaos, this is how I deal.

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