When does it cease to continue? The ride into chaos and the trenches we sometimes find ourselves in, and for when? What is the answer i pray you let me discover. Free me from the fathom i have fallen into, and that i cannot climb out myself.

It resides beside me, constantly beating and scratching on the walls I have built inside me to keep it out. Serves no use, when all i can hear are the screeches and whispers that echo over the top. Left open wide, i thought i would make way for when I fly far far away. When it rains, it buries me deeper in the dirt i have brought in.

The only door in or out, is locked. Where’s the key? Rumors tell you are the answer, my salvation. I believe it, but how do i make the whispers stop? How do i rest with the beating and scratching at my ear?

Where’s the key? I need to know…