Delusional

story of your life

searching for the light

but there's no where to go



holdin on for dear life

wandering through dark and lonely nights

lookin for something to behold

hopin this time i'll be led to the gold



There are no flashnights

no streetlights

The sun is gone

It seems as if the darkness is worshiped upon

But i'm still holding on



around and around

i can't stop spinning

i'm moving in circles

all i want to do at this point is hurl

but there is not a ride

and rules by which to abide



you just keep getting dizzier

you try to scream but all of a sudden youve taken your last breathe

your no longer breathing but clutching your teeth n

hopin each time is the last

you soon realize you cannot relie on the past

for this is not an awful present but the presence

your traveling through this warphole, looking for a loophole



There is none

and it aint your say that your dun

your stomache drops

the entire worlds stops

or so it seems....n your dreams

it becomes faster and louder

it begins to narrow but you have no way out

and in the feeling of being sober

u realize it's all over