I'm trying to pour out my heart,
man where do i start.
I don't wanna scare you away,
with what i have to say.
The monsters under my bed,
can't compare to whats in my head.
Nightmares I write,
of the terrible sites.
I've seen in the physical,
along with the visual.
I think ive reached a pinnacle,
and im on the verge of needing to se a clinical.
When my mind is free I think of so many subjects,
I can fill up a bucket.
The size of Wisonsin,
but it's all just nonsense.
Yet i find myself in the same predicament,
it's a common incident.
The minds a tterrible thing to waste,
with all the leisure things I do, mine has probably beca