They stare down upon my shoulder
Screaming words to one day make prophets
There words beat into me like waves
But are easily wiped off and unabsorbed
What are you going to do with your life?
They scream from where they live high above
No answer is replied because
For me it is not a life about what possessions I inherit
Or what riches I may have saved up
Because all those things wont put you and I together
I live for pain with a sort of mercy
This darkness, This pain will go away
So again I will search for my next bad break
Days in bed
Blankets over the curtains
Darkness creeps it’s way into my soul
I am happy with my unhappiness
I wish bad days to come my way
Tears will fill my eyes
But a smile will be hidden behind