River your worries , Lethem wash on me
Some are so sunked in , to a deep you freeze
Living old things , old things living me
Poetry is bullshit when its plain to see
Overzealous longing for you should cast this scraggy bolt aside
Monastery dead end modified with its pragmatic hazy vibe
Living right next door to the lowest f*ckin shithole you can find
Following a beat of a drama - an overrated state of mind
Frail yet formidable tempest creation
Mealy mouth rampage spewing straight out of no one's cadance charge
Whale for another compensation for a lonely ride
Know that everything has a price here - breeze quick turning her side
Tape all breeding scars into piles to roll like snowballs from your hill...
Searching a light - knowing that i can never have the sun
Traces to pace ,rejecting all that's new
Things worth dying for - are dying
Numb wasted heart
They cannot see through - they are all filled with shit
Walking among it - it is just like dancing to it
Deep as my hole inside
I am no one you should know of
Forfeit ,my loss ,life long exile