No sense in resisting
Loose yourself in the moment,
Continuum persisting.
Get up,
Walk through that door
The one,
You keep fighting for.
Stagnant and repressed,
Comfort of obsessed.
Silly tricks,
from your head
Lay little what-nots
Of things you've said.
But here
When hell
Breaks loose
You have the choice
To fight like fire
Or to be hung
by noose.
You choose.
Hell is what you are living in
How you see yourself,
Depends on when
You make it heaven, or suffer the pain
Rise above
All your vain.
Hell is nothing, but a game
A matrix of your actions,
Your logic
Your complaints.
When it all breaks loose,
When it brings you down.
Suffer no more;
Emotions drowned.
This is it
Here in now
Wake up
Stop the chaos
Somewhere, somehow.
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