wispered moments that hold nothing but the fractures in my preseption. i need to be something so much more then human, the standard is failing. i wonder if i'm sick, or if i just have the sickness thick rings stained sleepless underneath these jaded tattered screens. whispering hope as if it sat on the edge of a brick wall in downtown houston you need those blue skies back drop, atop of my soupbox, to feel what i mean you wonder if stay really try crazy to keep from going insain think words punch though me, i am just a pupput to something i can not control.
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i need to be something so much more then human, the standard is failing.
i wonder if i'm sick, or if i just have the sickness
thick rings stained sleepless underneath these jaded tattered screens.
whispering hope as if it sat on the edge of a brick wall in downtown houston
you need those blue skies back drop, atop of my soupbox, to feel what i mean
you wonder if stay really try crazy to keep from going insain
think words punch though me, i am just a pupput to something i can not control.
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