6:55 AM
I feel lost.
again and again
i feel the dust settling on my old wooden crate once again
my time capsule of forgotten past
my badges of past tales
now i lie in the pits of tale
where my crate once lay
as my past resurfaces
leaving me in the bitter dust of it's ascend
i'm now lying in the 6ft hole
waiting for the soils of life to overcome my life
i need to break free
i need to come above the situation
i need to walk alone for while
i'm lost amongst this life
save my soul
save my life
save me from the crazyness here
i hate things now.
screw this
screw the world
for there's things way better from this world
screw it.
argh...
written, poetic_tragedy