I am not yours to FIX
There is nothing as terrible as living in a circle, when all you want is a dark corner that you can comfortably hide and cry in How do you live as an open book when every reader is a critic Watching your every step and even when they don't say it You feel it.... the judgement in the eyes as they scroll one word to the next (a feel of what's coming in :- All that I am - Namatsi) I am trapped in this circle; What i really want well the heavens lied about it So I am lost somewhere in paradise... confused It is not as it was told... The rivers are not clear... pure blood The gates are not golden... iced tears There is no music... Choir master rebelled! And I miss everything, Everything I once hated Everything that I once believed in... Even the silence between us I miss the stench of our rotting corpses... Even the worms crawling on top of us... I miss it all I wish I should have listened to the voice inside... I am not yours to fix I am not a mix that you ...