Far-Fetched

One exit
Became one ocean of concerns
Held in my forehead when I try to sleep
Everything would be simply easy
If I had followed the road without life
And in my world a false fear would exist
And all could go wrong
When I try to explain my feelings now
Voiceless, I change my uneven being
Drowning any feigning in sincere tears
No matter what they think of me
For hours I look on who I was
Just at this time
I caged my conscience in a messy basement
And I took off my rotten skin
Witnessing my blood being washed off by my dreams
In little distorted images
I saw my free demons leaving my peace on their wayout
I just screamed, without wanting to return