Above, Below and Behind

I always believed that above the skies

is more skies

and below the grounds

is more ground

I heard that silence is the loudest noise

and I make noise because my mouth has no sound

I am mute

immune to pain

born in prosperity, and waiting for change

Every morning I dream nightmares

of me dieing without living.

I live in fear because of my actions

I sin, then repent, and sin again

My excuse ?

I'm human.

I think of life as a wall.

Behind a wall

is another wall

and behind that wall

is another.

And just like a book, I am words with a cover

Pages of messages

I did not write.