The Message

The  thoughts of corruption 

hit hard from the back

and the heart thats in posture

can turn into black

it stops all together 

from high to a low

distance from others

I've lost all control

Regrets from the past

has depression's results

I'll try not to ask

what the love is all for

kept by a gate

improvised thoughts

inside with a chain

enslaved by the clocks

Complains from the womb

of the voices and sound

can't take much more

about to breakdown

in fear everyday

I'm lost but not found

I'll look for a way

to end it all now