The more you bleed
The more you die
The more you think
The more die
Thoughts about death
Thoughts about the non-existence after life
Thought violating the way life is supposed to be
I think too much
Too many thoughts overflowing
Too many to make any sense
I need to let them out
If I don’t let them out
Their evil will eat away at my head
Until I’m a hollow body of thoughts with no meaning
I think when I walk
I can’t let out the thoughts
When I’m walking
I need to run
To a place my thoughts can escape
Onto ivory paper that only
Knows my existence
Thoughts won’t drive me to death
I’m afraid to die
Let it come as a shock
To set me free from
The prison of my thoughts