The Closing Walls

Heading out in cold frustrations On yet another route To chase your destination Always ready to persue Forced into the corner You spill your fluids to the floor As another filthy needle Has pierced through once more It hurt me hard And I fell low It hurt me hard Pulled me below Save me the last drop on the scale It is my time to sentence To judge the guilty the ones that failed It hurt me hard And I fell low It hurt me hard Pulled me below But they were many to pull Until my lungs were full Heading out in cold frustrations On yet another route To chase your destination Always ready to persue In tears you spray the closing walls With wrists open wide In contrary to what you think You cannot ever hide Tears fall as you spray the walls The walls are closing further in on me Why can't these demons let me be I feel so cold I feel so sick