• I'll hold my breathe and save it for another bad dream,
    Hope my heart will stop
    Beating.
    Maybe my blood will run cold
    Freeze.
    Bones might break in
    two,
    three,
    four,
    counting my way to freedom,
    I can feel heaven running through my veins,
    heaven in a capsule,
    freedom in a bottle,
    an escape made
    possible.
    Why aren't I free,
    I thought I would be safe,
    away from
    myself.
    I'm drowning in this black and white world,
    I miss the colours,
    In this world so sane,
    colour in a bottle,
    a colourfull thought to hold on to,
    Where's my halo I was promised,
    this rope looks nothing like it,
    This tint of cold
    gives me a feeling of
    warmth,
    Gravity can't forgive me this
    time.
    Is something i have now run out of in
    four,
    three,
    two.