Nines To Mine

Waking by the peace of sleep, walking through my nightmares.Dreaming when the sun shines on my face, endless by forever screaming.Walls made of clay, closing in, trapped by what makes nothing seems to be the fake of day. Who makes sense when senseless is the price i have to pay, that does not mean i have to stay. Single is my mind by time, secondly to the line where first begins to end the race and finish always last.I do not linger by the pointing of my fingers, shadowed by my sin i embrace my mistakes with every single bone i break.Fear streams where i swim, drowning in the depths of what creates my pain.I am invading the space which was collected by the silver signs, inverted by the nines to mine the war which birth traces into crime.