Singing, I Have Become Comfortly Numb

Standing out of the way aside her library Finding it's shade these brick walls a cigarette Taking another drag watching his world go by; once again Here amid the small yet big city with much larger dreams she speaks In circling motions as their smoke ascending from death's grip; balancing acts ? Ever troubling one's eyes whom fail to escape; never pleasing, truth's words they write Compelled she seems viewing these beams spilling from a tongue untamed of time.... Broken walls refrained nay her crumbling bits; Ancient's child tis love they spit and, splatter.