THE MELTDOWN TRIANGE

A cold-blooded haze.

Blurred view.

No clue.

 

One step turns into abyss.

Thinking is too much,

Doing nothing´s worse.

 

Being nowhere,

You always seem to find me

And bring me life.

But right now,

I need to be dead.

 

One breath turns toxic.

What we want to say,

We don´t want to hear.

 

Being nowhere,

You always seem to find me

And bring me life.

But right now,

I need to be dead.