I’m digging dirt from the skyMy down is upside in my mindUnless there's answers to my whysI won't be bothered till I'm right Fainting on the spotThe moth grows biggerBending through the rotMy light fades quicker Spending all the money see?Lending...

premonitions of fear reclusive in its presentationfaulty visions I don't like the daysecreted hurt sometimes I doubtmy ability fails me and I'm adriftsanctuary is holding but just barelyinside my sacred place... tremblenot for myself but others who don't have...

In our heads there's constant chatter,from whom we're not quite sure. A lying, devious, silly voice that most of us endure.The chatter never seems to stop it blethers while I type. Sometimes it uses fancy words, but mainly words...