The madness pulls and pushes sending me into a spiral
I can't believe what I do what I say what I do because its not me,
its the voices that control I am their puppet made of wood the heart cracked and eaten by the termites of the madness,
taking whole I try to scream out for help but no open helps a freak like you,
your useless your nothing you should just die they scream I give in but not yet I live through this being called freak,loser, nothing, trash battling the invisible battle who will win I don't know because I am weak,
I am done with the madness,
and this world I live in
like the forgotten souls of this life flying away trying to do right pushed down never to fly,
but they stand tall trying not to give in give in to the scream,
give in to the yells,
give in to the love that will never end well,
And fly back to where they came with their golden wings clipping the clouds
their dreams aloud never to fall never to crumble but to fly back to the love of their father that we mainly forget about but never again,
no more of the lies no more of the tears they will fly with the others that have kindred their hearts and soar,
to where no one but we have seen in the dreams of the angels in the dreams of the river we will fly,
we will die,
but we will be born into the angels that died not giving in