Stained mind

Let me breath. Give me wings. i want to flip the wings. What is holding me back? My mind is a lost in my own reawken horizon. As this streak of sunlight finding a way from my window and annoying me.lot of inner aggression are brewing inside. A day .A day with my own self torturing body machine. The air around seems like a cage to me now. Skull filled with vibes of negativity and failure. Each hate bugs breeding and escalating inside. Let me breath..Don't hold this against me, I am just breathing snuff of loathe. Choked with all the hidden secrets that i buried inside myself..Now everything seems to rage .A rage ready to rip me apart..wish i was never born to see,to feel my inner calcification. I so weak now. So pathos. A twit entangled in my own dimensions. Daydreaming on rooftops and drowning out by the swigs of liqour. I don't want to face the sun, but I keep my back to it, softly on my neck, slightly opening my spine. Still lurking for a hope. Seems all my hopes are charred. Things have framed themselves to spurt meaning without much of my voluntary movements. i too want a life. I too want to feel the colour of the blooming flowers. I too want to walk by the meadows. i too dream.. I just want to be free. This restraint body and my mind is killing me each passing second. Things hoped should match. My inner voices say me to rage. Each fucking taming thoughts evokes pain. Pain with the harboured resentment. I want to live.