A bullet in my head
i think I'm better off dead
fabric of insanity
refused to conformity
society a blur
my head a stir
undid my done
nothing can be fun
forgiveness
i am not worthy
sometimes i forget
whose irby
lost in the woods
of my mind
bending backwards
a waste of time
until it sleeps
I rest my life
upon the dreams
lies of the loud
sinner of saints
believer in the quaint
Lost dreams or reality
never again will i see
lay me down
alive or not
tired of thinking all these thoughts
tired of losing sleep again
fever building
temper at no end
