Caverns Landscapes
Perched above these jagged rocks, I sit wishing I had the strength.
To let go, of everyone, and everything that weighs me down.
These cement shows, won’t sink fast enough, at this rate, we’ll never hit bottom.
Are clipped wings better then a cage.
Oh my god, why weren’t you there to take my hand and show me how to walk.
How many time can we destroy ourselves before we can’t rebuild.
Strangers seem so fond to hear about my vices, and indecision to free myself from humanity.
