Literature
I feel sick.
Heart's beatin fast and I'm not gettin it.
I've been writing my words on the walls.
It's all drawn in blood; dirtied like mud.
But my mind's too clouded to sense it.
So I know I'll just forget it.
Feverish and mad, the vision blurs
Spinning out of my reach, out of control.
There's just no way to beat it.
Trapped for so long I've lost the comparison
The lines between right and wrong just faded.
The warmth, the light, it's all the same;
The pain, the fright, just visiting again.
Teach me beauty once again, god,
just let my heart cave in,
daring to breathe in such sweet sin...