My mind fills with nonsense
crazy words, and worn out lines
I'm working my subconscious
trying too read, the signs
Each path and road, misstep
every footfall, an unknown aisle
for all I've cried or wept
love going, out of style
In the world today
horror to the right, and left
nightmares, that are here to stay
every heart and soul, bereft
All hail the new year rising
let heaven and angels sing
is it all that **** surprising?
hope, an unknown thing
Jan 3, 2018
Jan 3, 2018 at 12:17 PM UTC
My mind fills with nonsense
crazy words, and worn out lines
I'm working my subconscious
trying too read, the signs
Each path and road, misstep
every footfall, an unknown aisle
for all I've cried or wept
love going, out of style
In the world today
horror to the right, and left
nightmares, that are here to stay
every heart and soul, bereft
All hail the new year rising
let heaven and angels sing
is it all that **** surprising?
hope, an unknown thing
I'm looking for that silver lining, arn't you?
:|
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