Ungratefully declining,
Throught a hundred ways,
Passing Over a thousand of opportunities
-Trying to Leave Pointless Passion Behind-
The missing-links putting my mind at ease,
Oppening a Ditche in me
The hunch I've been here alreaydy
Still feeling the drudging soul growing
Humanity is Smoldering
The cocoon, still could Hatch
Hitting, After years of wandering
In hazy gream, Miscarrying,
Erring throught Dusty Gloom,
The odd Feeling to Smack a Hatching
Foreboding some Ending
Sep 28, 2015
Sep 28, 2015 at 10:50 AM UTC