My Wells' Run Dry
I've got nothing to draw from.
My Wells' run dry.
Precious as it comes.
At times I feel overdone.
My Wells' run dry.
Fallen from the sky again.
Sick of all the sh!t I'm in.
My Wells' run dry.
Learning to speak again.
Can't breath without oxygen.
My Wells' run dry.
It's no big deal they say.
It just won't go away.
My Wells' run dry.
Awaken from an eternal slumber.
Time to pillage and plunder.
My Wells' run dry.
Copyright © Gnikreklaw Walkerking | Year Posted 2022
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