No home

No Home feels like home

Foam and blood coming out my mouth as I seize out

Comb my hair illusion crafting I’m about to wheeze out

No solution my tone remains low so I can’t go and get my needs out

Disillusion with life prone to injury but it won’t make me pout

Pollution and erosion in my head the wall won’t hold so you faintly doubt

Fainting what’s this about I’m fading out in this route they sprout

I never was able to shout not stable the devil is devout taking out my scout

In my cradle giving family doubt plug in the cable so in time I’ll go south

I’m Brittle in this drought of little good days second fiddle as hell is in my mouth

Should ways be not weighing me down

Waiting he found his self maybe I can

Oh you crazy you’ll never land Peter Pan