This error like a mechanical breakdown,
I feel the weight so light now zero ground.
My existance short lived in the dark,
Where I lay invisible no mark.
This small confinenment that I only know.
Like the knife in the mirror on my arm no control.
I've spent my days killing myself in here,
its not you but this thing I see in the mirror that I fear.
To be right you don't know how it feels,
These suicides acting on these deals.
The dead take up the space,
You have no control, Humans all failing trying to live grace.
this place raising inner shells,
In the end we'll all be the one's that kill ourselves.

By: Soul Assasin