Claustrophobics

We are the damaged Perfection was lost in the beginning An imperfect race, we are We are the end A promise made centuries ago that will never be fulfilled Only evidence shown is this broken world we call home Too crowded, too claustrophobic Surrounded with so much nonsense Too much bullshit My head has no space for anxious thoughts No time or place for them to sit and fester That empty space I once had inside my head is now so fucking crowded All I see is demons around me They surround me, they observe me Watching every move and breath I take