Sick of living aimless, the shame is breaking twisted tornadoes,im feeling shaded cause im living aggravated cause i never made to greatness, im sinking back annihilated, inside the situation, quotations, never feeling the sensations migrated , lying slack trying to pull it all back, but im left on the out skirts of a heart attack, digging in trying to be alive, but everything around me seamless pride im living to live just not living to die ,just wont to exist and not be a ghost in the mist to resist the crist winter as the fear leaves im trying to out run the reaper keeping fire clean as a chimney sweeper , ,life slides by creeping leaving me with a demeanor living shallow begging to be a little deeper , heads inside my eyes flashing like a beeper, if im living blided i can never be acheiver of a seeker, falling down made me stronger but im being played like in a little weaker , looking for something to grab so im cut bleeding into the weeper living blind i cant ever reach the acheiver of the seeker loosing my mind help me find the spot where i quit grind save me please before im out time please be a believer, sincerely the shallow mind that needs to be deeper