cold and harsh it beats right deep within me..
im mesmerized by my change, i can see i behave different but i cant help it..
wishing to pack my mind in a little box, not needing to worry.
a flower needs air, congesting and suffocate its air, its space.. eventually will wither.
its not easy distracting myself keeping my mind off track..
it keeps beating hard- like a hammer thumping on a nail, digging deeper and deeper piercing the thick stone like shell. set me free from THIS i plead.
endure endure.. yield me.
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