Another walk about after dark. It's my point of view..
I try to run. I run as fast as I possibly can. I need to get away from it all, or to catch up, maybe even get ahead.
It's hard when I'm sad all the time. I have nothing to do. Nothing to work towards. I see no future with me in it.
All I see is this black hole that keeps pulling me in, slowing down time the further away from reality I get.
There's too much, and not nearly enough. I want to free my soul. I want to run and hide. I wish to leave my body and turn it into dust. As free as the stars who once gave their energy for me to have. It's my turn to explode.
It's hard when I'm sad all the time. I have nothing to do. Nothing to work towards. I see no future with me in it.
All I see is this black hole that keeps pulling me in, slowing down time the further away from reality I get.
There's too much, and not nearly enough. I want to free my soul. I want to run and hide. I wish to leave my body and turn it into dust. As free as the stars who once gave their energy for me to have. It's my turn to explode.
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