Please no.
Why am I feeling this way?
This poem I wrote makes my emotions sound like some mass hysteria, when they're not. I'm just confused and bored at the moment. All I want now is some comfort and sleep. Which I know won't be happening anytime this weekend.
He counts his loneliness in ones and zeros
such a lively mathematical code system
Bless this decaying home
Smiles escaping the waking depression
Kill the switch
I lost all feeling again finally
The second I heard those decrepit footsteps
Everything went cold
My muse left me for a harlot
She won't be forgotten
But my pistol tells a different story
I wake to nothing more than
a hint of your intoxicating voice.
This poem I wrote makes my emotions sound like some mass hysteria, when they're not. I'm just confused and bored at the moment. All I want now is some comfort and sleep. Which I know won't be happening anytime this weekend.
He counts his loneliness in ones and zeros
such a lively mathematical code system
Bless this decaying home
Smiles escaping the waking depression
Kill the switch
I lost all feeling again finally
The second I heard those decrepit footsteps
Everything went cold
My muse left me for a harlot
She won't be forgotten
But my pistol tells a different story
I wake to nothing more than
a hint of your intoxicating voice.