A Habit Of Rest Brings Nothing

Always tied down

Endure wasted breath

I see the outside

A lack of strength

Mind is stale

My eyes are sore

The light is on

I can't anymore

Of all times

Of all times

To fall down

Of all times

To resort to nothing

All the time

I fall again

I taste my words

I'm bending over backwards

Go beyond the walls

My primary function

I don't want this silence

All motivation is gone

I can go beyond this

It should be so easy

For me to rise above

I can go beyond this

I found

A method of breathing