The Future Balled

its not often that i wake up and it feels that my skies are falling. all the towers crawling wishing for this world to be born again. all these feelings that i feel. the faith of the world hanging over a small flame just melting without guilt. my mind freezes because its not often that i cant think. i lose touch with my inner self im facing my head at the targets as bullets from demons are rushing at me. noticing them is the easiest part, but they will follow you until you run out of breath, until you lose yourself from losing them. all the thoughts you have rushing in every direction tears you down slowly, everything leaving your body like your bleeding but your not really there. how can a ghost feel? we expect it for them to always find their way home, when their home is where its always been and that makes them feel like nothing at all. thats why the rage in my mind exiles as im losing time. all these people thinking they are just making a difference, a difference for the common good when we are just failing. every time i stop from running i try to breathe and i look down at my feet and all i notice is the world cracking beneath me. "is this real? or is this in my mind?" how can a fraction of this world take me away from myself. as my heart fills with filth, i noticed that running was never the understanding. and i missed the train when i was left there. the wind is the only breath i could ever feel. and these times are all that i need. now theres nothing left but for me to face my fears. i tell myself that im not scared, that demons are not there and that angels are watching over me constantly. but im shivering instantly and im so scared, these nights never really existed without you. when im left alone a million people are throwing their opinions at me. struggling while believing in apathy. nothing makes sense when your crawling on your hands from where you fell. so i relive that same moment when i lost my breath at my feet. ive been slowly hanging myself just to keep this real. and those cracks that i see beneath my feet are my life. i need to hold it together because there are angels counting on me, while people are betting on me. i hold my life in my hands and the difference i would rather make if i cant save the world from itself, ill save just one person. ill give it all i got to be the best, and this life i know i will save. it will make me live a hundred years without regret, so keep my name intact and ill be back again for i am planing a life for us. and if all i see is anger in this world i still see you that brings me to that place again where running was never enough. i feel safe and loved. this world secretly is looking for it to just end. we all want to die but were to afraid to leave. thats why i hold my heart and just breathe. because oxygen never felt so good.