(Verse 1)
The weight of this world is a goddamn shackle,
Choking the life while the vultures cackle.
I’m drowning in noise, it’s a mental war,
Screaming at shadows behind every door.
(Chorus)
It’s the same fucking cycle, a twisted routine,
The darkest reflection that I’ve ever seen.
Picking up shards of a life torn apart,
While the pressure is crushing the beat of my heart,
Win or loose. Win or loose.
(Verse 2)
They want me to break, they want me to fold,
To do what I’m told and to do what I’m sold.
But the rage is a fuel that I keep in the veins,
I’m cutting the ties and I’m breaking the chains.
It’s the same fucking cycle, a twisted routine,
The darkest reflection that I’ve ever seen.
Picking up shards of a life torn apart,
While the pressure is crushing the beat of my heart,
Win or loose.
(Bridge)
The silence is deafening, the walls closing in,
Fighting the battle beneath my own skin.
I’m carving a path through the ash and the grey,
Whatever it takes, I am finding my way.
It’s the same fucking cycle, a twisted routine,
The darkest reflection that I’ve ever seen.
Picking up shards of a life torn apart,
While the pressure is crushing the beat of my heart,
Win or loose. Win or loose.
-
Author:
Natalie Heisey (Pseudonym) (
Online) - Published: September 13th, 2026 07:20
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 0

Online)
To be able to comment and rate this poem, you must be registered. Register here or if you are already registered, login here.