I'm stuck in a space behind the walls I've created in my head,
Plastered and spread like an inane object, crucified with dread
Fearful of life, yet endangered by death,
I sit on the empty middlegrounds, wasting away with every breath

Cower away into your flawed rhetoric of historic insignificance. It's impossible to be the bridle to your actions, as an imaginary attraction brings limited satisfaction. Another one bites the dust, in a world where love and lust are mistaken upon undefined trust. It'll be too late once it's frozen under the heat and thunder, of earth's repetitive ( Read more... )