I hate that it doesnt matter
that I'm falling,
into this dark hole of disaster.
and every moment that I spend here,
is another moment of deaths air.
every second I ponder,
I wander,
I saunter.
But this no longer makes sense, that I'm living in my own past tense.
Trying to be free and break out of this cage because every moment I stay,
I become more and more enraged.
so come by here and listen close,
as I fall upon your thorny rose.
The thing that led me to this dark demise,
Is the love, I chose,
And now despise. |