We do not
control the clock...
We are all such fragile things,
That will break oh, so easily...
Daylight dies
under blackened skies...
Fragments of past slice to penetrate my thoughts,
untaught errors mingled with inflicted ails...
After the dark has risen.
Nocturnal creatures will subside...
A notebook and a pen on the white table
broken lamp didn't illuminate deathly ninja...
I am not here to comfort you..
I am not here to care for you...
My life is really **** up
Every people think I'm just a piece of Junk...
I hate my life so much
that I can't put up with...
Ive done something terrible
Its horrible i cant live with myself...
I live in insomnia
I hear only crash...
Don't put yourself down
your just making me frown...