Zan3tka
made by me
Bedwetters - A Dramatic Letter to Consience
White walls are caving in, despite the calls I'm blaming sin
Waving lights make me lose my sight
Locked door is holding on, wrecked room is waiting for
My confession filled with depression
For me its hard to gather my thougts, and cover the paper with red coated ink.
I can't begin to lay down the words, already I have to stop for a second to think.
This conversation with myself has taken place before.
This deprivation from my life, has broken me once more.
Vague hesetation taught me, that I'm not so sure
Why are you my conscience, needed for
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