its like i'm rolling down a hill,
being bitten by ants,
and yet no matter how long i fall,
there never seems to be an end.
why is it, that no matter how hard i try,
the picture i paint always ends with another faded smile.
the words i say not even i can hear,
its like the beautiful wall i built inside,
is crumbling and letting in the fear.
the lifeless body i inhabit,
treds along the path without worry,
until i become just a distant shadow