Twisted.. Poem by Nashy Lamen

Everyday of my life
I keep talking in my mind,
Searching for answers
impossible to find.

Every night before I sleep,
I keep thinking where I ought to be,
And as I sleep I see me crying,
desperate to break free.

It keeps haunting,
this abstract memory,
and all this voices,
they point at me,
and now my road has twisted
and it's falling apart,
I'm left here stranded,
and it's breaking my heart.

And as this collosal effect
grabs hold of my chest,
My heart beats stronger,
as it longs for sweet rest.

As it grabs hold of my head,
My mind screams out in pain,
and it searches for shelter,
while it's trap in the rain.

As it grabs hold of my feet,
I try to escape from my bruises,
but they're stuck there in place,
and they feel so useless.

As it grabs hold of my hands,
I try to hold on, hanging,
but it slowly slips off and I'm caught off guard,
And finally there I'm falling.

And as I fall to the ground,
the feeling so light,
You scream out all grudges
Cause in the end you'd lay lifeless.

On the ground...