Free fall… Free fall… Like our joyride in Orlando- When you closed your eyes, And held your hands in mine, And completely relied upon me, And we kissed the ground with no harm, And started rising again.
Free fall… Free fall… Like we are descending from the heaven- In one parachute umbrella, And you hold me tight, And completely rely upon me, And kiss my lips with yours, And calm down again.
Don’t look down! We will land somehow, Don’t worry about the disaster.
Every sense is being eroded away by this stale atmosphere until I become just another grey face answering the phone realising that I've achieved nothing and never will. They provide us with free coffee which we're supposed to be grateful for but all it does is heighten the despair. The only way out of this place is up the corporate ladder -- where you'll get to harvest fresh souls -- or suicide. These thoughts make me feel masochistic so I grab a free coffee it makes me want to shit. I slip away to the toilet it won't flush I...
Distress Depression Despair Strong, emotional feelings Breaking free From the overflowing Tightened jar Taking the personal Escape route From Drama People The World As tears Start to roll down My cheeks And The blackness Of my Heart Soul And pencil Starts to darken The side of my Left hand While ending my Rhyming Rhythmed Vacation And finishing Up The Last Word On the Last Line.