Too Late
The shadows crawl within the visions in my mind, Molding face after face, everything's fine. Therapeutic, euphoric colors flowing at my sides, I need help I can't breathe I'm becoming blind.
I've grown tired of all the overlapping screams and whispers. I see waves in front of me like a bass playing among the embers. Stopping these thoughts, getting sick of this curse. Starting to entertain myself before this gets worse.
Say to I "Smile through the pain." Nay, I think, there's nothing I would gain. There's so many opportunities that can't wait to be taken. Yet here I am, drowning in the abyss, making my life end.
Am I silent or am I being silenced? The energy has already been drained then I go insane. I'm sane I'm sane I'm sane, why am I still being caged? I've grown old, I've grown matured, am I already late?