I wasn’t afraid of my monsters under my bed when i was a child ,
And i dont believe in monsters under my bed now ,
But i dont believe in myself either..
I prayed for god to show me the way
And i wasn’t here
I walked through the path of hell,
I longed to my bed,
And I’m fighting 24/7 the monsters i don’t believe at,
To relieve the self i dont believe at..
so this is a redemption act
I tried to guess but why should i pass through them ?
Then i remembered i asked god to show me the way
I went in the way into my closet,
I hung myself in all the people i killed,
I ran through a football field looking, at the sky screaming to heaven,
I was jumping in a bar im the shire,
I was the schizophrenic old man in the town party,
And i walked over the sea with my bare foot ,
Its a death , a forgetting , and a rebirth , a redemption ,
I asked god to show me the way..
But i was away,
I spent 500 days to reach peace
5 years to reach myself
And a single seccond to tear it all up,
And then reload it all
Again
Again
And again
Goodmornings
Schools
Runs
Prayers
Paint
Language
Write
Read
Watch
Go
Come
Play
Cry
Mess
Scream
Shower
Sleep
Repeat
Over
Over
And over again
Im not afraid im wasting my time because im not
Im afraid im still far away from the path i asked god for
You see i asked him for the path of heaven
But it runs through a miled of clouded hell right ?
So you can’t ask why is it so fucked up messed up life self mind time going on
I wanted to out as peaceful as i can be
Now i want to get out as strong as i can ever be
That if , if i got out , i found i ever existed
Hope
Tangles on a string
On a tinyyyyy tiny little string
Like a slow , spinning, rolling , redemption ..
zaki monzer 