• In these four walls, I am blinded by my soul,
    Filled to the brim with personal demons.
    I can't make myself believe in miracles anymore;
    When all those who promised to stay, will never come back
    And all those who stayed, were taken away.

    I don't know when I'll feel again,
    But when it happens, I don't think I'll feel anything at all.
    By then, I think that I will only be a shell of the person I once was,

    A "clay pot"

    So I hold my arms out before me;
    And jump off

    Never coming to a stop....