The Painting is dull
Greens, blacks, and greys...
Somehow I hear my alarm
Beep, beep, beep, beep, beep...
This is world war me,
What's left of my life to salvage...
So; this is new,
Well the surrounding not the feeling...
Hello; it's been so long,
I'm not going to lie...
Some say life can hold potential but what is...
Potential for all of people it is defined by what...
Here,
no longer in nightmares...
I had this illusion of perfect togetherness
visualized a beautiful landscape on an empty...
They ask me
why am I...
Every time I try to sleep
All that I can see is your damn face...
A battle with depression,
a fight he cannot win...
Let yourself feel it.
As all the care you are void of rushes back like...