(The painful everyday awakening and realizing you are dying more and more)
I rot.
I decay,
I wither away.
I attempt to wash the pain of the years down the drain.
I wonder. I wish.
How much more time can be explored like this.
Chaos controls this mind, passion is slapped like a piece of shit.
Dreams seem to swirl in a downward spiral, drowning in darkness gone viral.
Flesh wrinkles, memory flushes, aching, aging, slow torture and exiting life.
Strength is dismantled with speed, the rebuilding and maintenance is a
furious fight against time.
I rot.
I decay,
I wither away.
I attempt to wash the pain of the years down the drain.
I wonder. I wish.
How much more time can be explored like this.
Chaos controls this mind, passion is slapped like a piece of shit.
Dreams seem to swirl in a downward spiral, drowning in darkness gone viral.
Flesh wrinkles, memory flushes, aching, aging, slow torture and exiting life.
Strength is dismantled with speed, the rebuilding and maintenance is a
furious fight against time.
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