Bottom of My Hole
it will just be easier this way.
do not tell me its not cause i know
i fallen before so i know the road
i’ve walked the path i know its cold.
the road is dark, lined with horror, its sad
its narrow turns and twists
despise me, shifting its ways
pathed with confusion i might add.
the path is cold, i have still yet to light a flame
the breeze is strong, the ice still remains.
i’ve reached the end of the path at the end of the road
combined with my soul its a ravenous hole
i climb down for fun sometimes,
so those who have come to push me down just cant quite touch me
but i seem to have forgotten to bring a rope
so i may climb out, i trust in you not to trust me.
alone is the name of this road, path and this hole
it leads my life, fills my mind, and practically runs my soul
i live in a state of mind, where my insanity is not in my head,
