Jhoughts Tust

Some see this and some see fire, burning up in all hell and desire, some find it smooth and others find it rough, but for each person a different view, all boiling down to one thing only, one deep rich descending style, that no one can easily portray, so many version but never right, try how i feel and promise more than denial. Each different escape being blocked out and hosed down, no where to go locked up in piles, each hand keep drifting away, drowning in my own world...same hand keeps coming back and going, telling me to take, but do i...do i take yours, and take this wall from my face, leaving me all out and no protection do i give in and let you see me, or do i keep us this fire, this wall, this barrier...one last scream and ill be gone no further.