I'm a ghost of my past self....
an echo on a wall...
bound to fall...
or only falter.
I walk my own way...
the way I did before...
nothing more
I live each day dying more than the last.
Those days have passed.
Make it all last.
I love my life like a child loves a toy.
Like a father loves his boy.
I am the destroyer of worlds.
Never born to be in it.
I am the singer of squirrels.
Never born to be with them.
I am the ignorant preacher.
Fear gods wrath.
Kinda has a ring to it...
I am the deathly hollowed out man.
Fear the sands of time just to turn on a dime and let everyone know...
I'm the fake that nobody knows.
I'm the adventurer who only found dirt.
I'm the worm... that clogged the machine that never really worked.
I once went to the end of time and then I lied to myself about how I got there.
I am blue, I am red, I am grey.
I am impaired.
I am the patient nothing...
Born to say something.
Dec 7, 2018
Dec 7, 2018 at 12:28 PM UTC
I'm a ghost of my past self....
an echo on a wall...
bound to fall...
or only falter.
I walk my own way...
the way I did before...
nothing more
I live each day dying more than the last.
Those days have passed.
Make it all last.
I love my life like a child loves a toy.
Like a father loves his boy.
I am the destroyer of worlds.
Never born to be in it.
I am the singer of squirrels.
Never born to be with them.
I am the ignorant preacher.
Fear gods wrath.
Kinda has a ring to it...
I am the deathly hollowed out man.
Fear the sands of time just to turn on a dime and let everyone know...
I'm the fake that nobody knows.
I'm the adventurer who only found dirt.
I'm the worm... that clogged the machine that never really worked.
I once went to the end of time and then I lied to myself about how I got there.
I am blue, I am red, I am grey.
I am impaired.
I am the patient nothing...
Born to say something.
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