Fuches - They're in the Ceilings

I'll find the window
I'll make my way out
Let go of these demons I've been writing about
It's not poetry
It's barely just thoughts
It's a weapon of mine and I'm about to be shot
They keep banging on their floors
Won't let me find my peace
At the time
That I need it the most
Just sit still
My friend
Cause when this war will end
I'll make my keys tremble
I'll find the window
I'll make my way out
Let go of these demons
I've been writing about
It's not poetry
It's barley just thoughts
It's a weapon of mine
And I'm about to be shot
I am falling
I can anticipate the lightning
About to strike me down
I can hear it calling
It feels like drowning
The walls are closing in
I'd rather fall without knowing
The chemical fire my mind is brewing
It's hard to keep going
I'll find the window
I'll make my way out
Let go of these demons I've been writing about
It's not poetry
It's barely just thoughts
It's a weapon of mine
And I'm about to be
Shot

Written by:
Johnathan Fux

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