my own little world
Stagger toward the rising sunset
scream into waves so dark, so cold, so comforting.
Here lays the death of deception,
and here my journey finds meaning
so dark, so cold, so comforting.
When poverty reaches to grab this heart with frozen bones
do you realise how strong you are?
Face the wind with nothing more than a defiant glare as it drapes itself around you in the night,
do you feel one with the orphan?
A hum echoes through the splinters of lifelike circles.
Spinning, shooting, driving.
Dizzy as life floats me through this concoction of
horror fuzed with acceptance and safety in the
arms of strangers.
Trance reality apocalypse begins, ferocious cruel absence of dilluted dillusion ends.
Greatfulness seeps into pores
and suddenly knowledge has no meaning.