The Story of Man
I felt every movement,
Theres a ghost in my bed.
If I keep the room dark enough,
theres a place in my head,
Dreams and delusions,
all I have left.
When you lose your hope,
you breathe your last breath.
Copyright © Joe Fisher | Year Posted 2007
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