Along
by Ceremony· from Violence Violence
Tell me I don't need a blade that's razor sharp
just to keep my thoughts under a lock and key.
Making bad decisions
press along
while nails dig into me,
scream for help but no one cares
It doesn't matter anyway.
Light won't carry through the room.
The doors are locked.
It's darkening.
Every step I take gets worse.
Solutions seem to fail me.