This is a story about me.
A story about...
A schoolhouse sitting like a graveyard
Of abandoned ambitions can be seen...
Here we are again.
Steeped in the night’s cool and lucid...
Marks line my body like the telephone poles
That line an otherwise empty expanse in Arizona...
As the moon rises from behind the mountains
it sheds some light to where I am...
Tonight, I'm sorrow,
Just like I will be tomorrow...
a lot of people talk
about what they spent...
time is consumed
time goes by...
Abuse is quiet.
It's a quiet thing...
I really don't know
what I am doing...
!The night is dark and full of terrors!
Yet it can never hold...
Two a m cant sleep
Knock me out already please...