Tainted.. Sainted.
Overlook immorals.
Blatantly.. lately.
Endless, it follows.
And I'm woken up tomorrow,
Head filled with hollow passion.
Passionated dreaming.
Pieces of your thoughts,
Deemed a happiless place.
Sounding of your voice,
Propelling through nothing that's worthy.
~Written in 2005 (January) when I was sixteen.