Don't let your guard down...
Everyone is coming, hitting me left and right
Fists of emotional fury, is there a way out?
How did i come in?
There might be a key... but what do i have to pay to get it?
There is a door... but where is the missing knob?
Or maybe who is the missing knob?
Angles? I believe in angles...
I believe that one day an angle will spare me its wings so I can simply fly away from this war.
To fly. To fly is an magical thing.
I wish I could fly.
Fly away from stress, critism, judge mental people and wrost of all... worthlessness.
Worth is a sick joke to human kind.
Nobody is worthy, but everyone is capable
Is life worthy? Why live life if there is no life to live?
Think about it...