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There's an itching in my brain, its

not exactly on the surface

i've been more in tune with God and

less distracted by the churches

Sometimes wish for death but

We all know thats worthless

you hurt in the night

waiting for some Devil to come put coins over your eyes, and

instead he binds your tongue, well

maybe God was wrong about second chances


Maybe I was wrong about me


And if wickedness never was happiness

why does this sadness make me smile


I'm sicker now, the dog was ashamed to lose

can anyone tell me why feelings are so hard to choose?


My brain is innocent

walking through a war zone

choking in debris

kinda just like me

and, just like me

its weak and therefore worthless


But ill be alright

don't you worry about me

Im waiting for a miracle to save us and

maybe I will wake up


please, just, 


tell me when it ends.

I know I'm not a bad person for shaking where my leg bends

but I'm small and this world is getting heavy

and all this pressure has made my heart weak and unsteady.