Do they remember,
our promises back then...
Eroding in thoughts,
decaying of the mind...
It’s not fair to either of us.
When the problem is...
Under haunted skies,
another sleepless night...
“They have bigger sandwiches
here, the size of my arm. They respect...
Who needs
street lamps anyway...
To have such little
control over...
For a third of my life
I've worshiped Death...
I've lived a life of hurt and pain
That I don't want to live again...
Stretch for that thread,
tug on it for assistance...
I always hoped one day I'd be too big for bad days
But as I sit here with this tiny box thats been...
Destitute creation.
Wake burnt in memory...