Stress is the bodies way of saying your mind meeds rest
Just think of it as parents not giving children guidance
I'd rather be flying than couped inside frying
I love silence

Hoping i don't hear too many sirens
The call to me while I'm lying
Forcefully into my ear vibrance
Vibrancy challenging me violently

Poetry my only outlet
Off-set and pessimistic
The rings on my fingers have left

Why are my thoughts clouded in darkness, death and regret.