The world is turning, and always will be.
But will you?
Or are you tiptoeing between the thin line of reality and the dark abyss that awaits.
Just beyond the barrier of sanity.
Feeling is hard to grasp.
No harder than expressing it.
But when you feel the slight sting and the warm bubble of contentment, you have no idea what it actually does to you.
Your mind feels extacy.
But your body cry's out.
You slip into the dark, trying to surface.
But the weight of your life is pushing you down.
You're drowning in your own tears.
But you're not man enough to face your fears.
Not even the faces of your peers trying to help.
Or the the ones that pretend they amor you.
Keeping to yourself and only releasing your body of the pressure when you get the chance.
You where a mask, fake as the people around you.
But finally reaching your sanctuary,
You don't try to surface.