Creaking mysteries sound your fate. You borrow from everyone else's sorrows for your own. You never give them credit. Melting corpses fly around your bellowing presence. I long to get away from you from you...
You lick your fingers of sweet kindness. But you fail to remember that I don't last for too long. One too many occurrences bout to loose it all. You lost it all and you don't realize it. you forget