What will we find… If we go deeper down the rabbit hole? Will we discover the truth… Or lose ourselves searching for answers? It's KingV. I see myself standing at the edge of my steps, Trying to make sense of life, still unsure what's next. Chained to reality, with death weighing on my chest, An unattainable peace, just trying to catch my breath. Life is the word that we all fear the most, While time keeps ticking, and nobody knows. I'd escape to an island where the warm trade winds blow, Just to silence the thoughts that I carry alone. My conscience keeps calling, like it's begging me, please, To release all the pain that nobody can see. I'm fighting these battles, but nobody can help, I keep reaching for hands, yet I'm left with myself. A rebel by nature, or a rebel by design? Was it something they made me, or was it always inside? They keep standing against me, but I won't bend or break, I'm still fighting my demons with every breath that I take. “Tell me, dear soul, what are you running from? The war is within you, the battle's never done. You search for a heaven while you're living in hell, But how can I save you when you won't save yourself? Look in the mirror, tell me, who do you see? A prisoner of life, or the man you could be? You beg for an answer, but fear what you'll find… The silence you're hearing is the voice inside.” I'm a painting in a corner where the colours turn black, A canvas full of life, with no way of turning back. So many shades of darkness, so much left unexplained, A masterpiece of misery, concealed beneath the paint. I speak, but all my words disappear in the air, The wind blows, the rain falls, but does anybody care? And somewhere in my mind, there's a scream I can't suppress, A thousand silent voices crying out inside my chest. I keep knocking on doors, but nobody replies, Screaming for help , that even help can't comply, Trapped in a world built on silence and lies. So I'll build my own exit and reach for the sky. I reach for connection, but I'm losing my way, Searching for a reason to survive another day. And the deeper I descend, the less I understand… Am I losing my soul, or discovering who I am? “Perhaps the answers were never lost… Perhaps I've been searching in all the wrong places. I built these walls to keep the pain outside, But somewhere along the way… I locked myself inside. Tell me, soul… If I silence the world, Will I finally hear you? Or have I been running from myself… All this time?” When the darkness is heavy and no one replies, Reach out to professionals—hope can still rise. It's KingV.
