I am music unheard, I am poetry on unseen forums.

I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.
I wonder about what music really is.
I hear people talking and machines grinding and just start tripping balls.
I see bright colors running trough my emotions.
I want to preserve this feeling.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.

I pretend every day that I feel as good as now.
I feel worthless and neglected at the same time.
I touch the edge of my mind and fear I'll tip over.
I cry when I think of falling down there, I don't want to die like that.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.

I understand that my thoughts are never really popular.
I say that I am an artist.
I dream about a bigger audience.
I try to write all of my feelings down.
I hope I can one day shed my fear of dying unheard.
I am raising my sanity and procrastinating.

Mood: Productive
Music: Soundgarden black hole sun.