Insomnia,
Life is worthless,
This society is sinking into hell,
Wake up screming,
Fight fire with fire,
Then nothingness,
And ghostdom,
Does he move us around then put us to sleep,
Or are we talking cheap,
What is you or forget,
Someone touched me last night,
I guess I looked rather sad,
And too old for the crowd,
Still Sit on a bench,
And wait for your ship to come in,
Its plain sailing,
When only emptiness remains.
Categories:
ghostdom, forgiveness
Form: I do not know?