Blurring my vision.
So, I can ignore the composition.
Of their melodies and tunes.
A burden that\'s given.
By my glorious disposition.
not lies.
And I died.
I died and now I\'m manifesting the decomposition.
Of my eyes.
So, I wouldn\'t see what I\'ve become in my own reflection.
In the mirror whose silver has dulled.
And faded from all shine.
I can\'t call for peace.
Cause I haven\'t even tried.
I float like helium.
Inflated by substances, I\'m a balloon.
I fly high, my kindness, with a film running under me.
Starring me as a lead.
A favorite protagonist.
And I only want freedom.
Of all the alliances.
That\'re keeping me here.
But it\'s the only way, I fear.
So, I stained my lines with stillness.
The lines of the script where I\'m supposed to act.
And I tamed my voice with silence.
With everything I got and had
I couldn\'t lift a finger.
I couldn\'t bat an eyelid.
I couldn\'t wake up.
Or dream, and I drank the poison.
Of deciding to sleep my life as a whole.
I focused on my might, and wisdom alone.
As I was rotting in sadness.
The sadness capsulated in the prison.
The prison I saw every time.
I blurred my vision.