My heart is panicking any hope in it vanishing, watching it like a mannequin anything positive will be helping me but I am my own enemy, losing my sanity my stances are menacing, my happiness is perishing. I know the life is short soon I'll be gone I should be cherishing every moment of it as long as I'm having it, yet I feel some emptiness embracing me heavily.. I'm losing the capacity to bear this pain, my past be damned.. I should bypass present, bye bye peasants... I'm the king of my future with a subjected talent.. But who am I fooling I pose no challenge I'm lazy and callous, a little crazy imbalanced, my brain is full of chaos and havocs, I'm a neurotic package. I sat with my sadness and said to myself it's so useless to shackle your outburst, it comes back to hound us. But couldn't break my mental barracks, I just got these mad ass headaches and developed some slacking habits