My Angel

These doors seem closed to me,
blurryface takes over my mind,
and I feel confined to this vessel,
judge mental thoughts take over my brain,
Mental bloodstains stain my soul,
But though I'm weak,
I shall seek my angel,
To give me refuge from this hell,
That has me falling away,
She'll keep my pace going, to get out of this desert that have my skies go gray,
Though I'm dying,
I'm trying to pull myself out this abyss,
Trying to get my self off santa's naughty list,
Because the thoughts I have are bulletproof,
A proof in reality that I may seem crazy,
Pardon me, if I seem to make you dizzy with my expressions,
I'm just writing while I wait for her to make my decisions for me,
Because the only thing I can see,
Is that there is an infestation in my mind's imagination,
That's trying to murder me before I get to my graduation,
Dogs may inspire rabbits to run,
But that doesn't necessarily fit my situation,
You see, darkness inspires me to reach for the sun,
To find light in my shadows,
To get to the only person that doesn't take what I have to say so shallow,
Hoping to defeat my demons to find meaning in myself,
I simply wait for a chance that she will shrink my thoughts into a dwarf elf,
So I can finally tie that leash around it,
And keep it confined in its own, optimistic pit.