You always say that life moves on
The sun will be up at dawn...
Tell me...
why people are living...
You don't seem to understand
that you don't have a chance...
Lying naked on the floor,
Without someone to clothe you...
Punctured and torn
Sliced to pieces and frayed...
A thundering boom rolls through the parks, setting...
Buildings tumble in destruction their ruins pile...
They see me as a model of some sort,
And my image they contort...
Sleeping
Sleeping if only I could...
I look around life
I become a mere observer...
By rach
Aimless arguments...
You are you
I am me...
Painful Influence
As the days grow old...