Sleeping in Fire

I make a wish and close my eyes. Angel numbers I catch, without a surprise. Believe in twists, fight escape; I prolong it all, I hold my fate. Dreams and whispers ... Hereditary seams ... ... split ... I woke up to a brand new day. when you're already in hell, what is bell to that? Another angel number ... 3:33 ... But still- I got no release from this captivity, ... mentally ... physically ...