What is happiness?
Does it really exist?
Is it just a figment of our imagination?
A mental invention that has lost ingenuity
Maybe it fails to impact us because we abuse the term
Or maybe its all just theory.
A dark, dimmed light
I can barely see
Constant pain flows
As I walk silently
alone.
"Keep moving," I tell myself
But the darkness is closing in
Slowly ripping me apart,
Yanking at each fragile limb
Terror sinks in my blood-shot eyes
There must be an escape!
But the walls I run my fingers along are cold;
And so is my heart.
What is happiness?
Does it really exist?
Is it just a figment of our imagination?
A mental invention that has lost ingenuity
Maybe it fails to impact us because we abuse the term
Or maybe its all just theory.
A dark, dimmed light
I can barely see
Constant pain flows
As I walk silently
alone.
"Keep moving," I tell myself
But the darkness is closing in
Slowly ripping me apart,
Yanking at each fragile limb
Terror sinks in my blood-shot eyes
There must be an escape!
But the walls I run my fingers along are cold;
And so is my heart.