I Burned
Was me
No self defense as I was deep
Enclosed
With walls
room that makes
me feel so small
And though I'm still
Alive sometimes against my will
You see this state of mind
I'm conscience but I'm blind
I want much more
But different things
could be in store
For me I guess
To see if one could pass the test
dream but real
Shadows haunting me to steal
My Blood,
My Air
The things inside
that make me care

Falling [bad word] Running,
Flowing Flowing,
Drifting Away