"dreams", he said, and we rose up from our seats.
just like one we've had of those long gone,
he brought us to a place of mourns.
his words reaped our souls to see,
opened our heads to be free.
we dreamt once again of faded blurs,
how we spent those times in blank thoughts.

"dreams", he whispered, and we fell to the ground.
just like on we've had of those just gone,
he shunned us from a place of mourns.
his words kept our souls in place,
closed our heads to be safe.
we never dreamt again,
never cried in our slumbers,
only heard silent winds in the distant,
coming from the cracked wall.

we woke up, stood up, moved up to the door,
only to be trapped by another closed door.

"Get Out of My Head" by me.

i'm tired, very.
by work, by school and by people.
i need to find somewhere i belong,
else i'd lose my mind, literally.
faced with nothing to do, i suffer in silence.
fishing doesn't help anymore.
splurging on food doesn't too.
the excercise craze is too mundane.
being a good student is too tiring.
something's too amiss in my life,
what? just what do i need?
i feel so empty, like something's pulled out of my body.
my soul? or is it the whole thing?
i don't know, i just don't know..