To be locked away in a hidden room
the darkness of my inards are starting to creep out
i cant breathe
the anguish a my self disgust taking me over
giving me a reason to hold my breath
The tests pass by and even my best cannot be enough
i want to see the pages rip
to tear to cut to rid myself of them
when will it be enough
Id rather spend my days looking at the little black dots
but i must keep up my work for the big building
filled with those to fill my head with knowledge
the little black dots call me
They haunt me and i follow
They take away the distractions
The everyday life
All the things i do is to live
to live and they give me breathe
To live to breathe to understand
those little black dots
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