Feeling like I'm three stories underground, in a dark cold bunker, listening to the raging sirens of warning and the impact of shrapnel and bodies.
It's a war out there...
My heart, my mind and my actions, going at it like piranhas and prey...
And just as I think it's all over, I walk up the long never ending stairs, I open up the door just to amazed at the damage that has been done, and to watch it all happen again.
Close the door, lock the hatch, never let anyone in and prevent myself from getting hurt on the inside..
I start to feel so selfish, I should be out there regulating what goes on but, no I have to stay locked away and deep