My mind walks this tightrope carefully.
And nothing scares me like the demons I bore,
They rattle my ribcage till I’m trembling.
Like a wounded animal, my Sanity Roars.
I aim at my soul my harshest thoughts,
like bullets,
Take down joy with heartless hand grenades,
It’s safer to put my trust in let downs,
If I am the villain, of whom am I afraid?
Absently Searching 