Shadows of a future dancing in the light.
When I look into the darkness of another early night.
How many hours have now met me and passed?
How many days until I finally reach my last?
In a room full of dust I am forgotten waste.
A repulsive disease plaguing my loved ones with distaste.
Little legs can’t take me as far as they might.
I remain in darkness so as not to cause a fright.
Samsa the traveling salesman; a haunting, unfamiliar name.
Samsa the traveling salesman; soon gone before his fame.
Jun 29, 2018
Jun 29, 2018 at 3:46 AM UTC
Shadows of a future dancing in the light.
When I look into the darkness of another early night.
How many hours have now met me and passed?
How many days until I finally reach my last?
In a room full of dust I am forgotten waste.
A repulsive disease plaguing my loved ones with distaste.
Little legs can’t take me as far as they might.
I remain in darkness so as not to cause a fright.
Samsa the traveling salesman; a haunting, unfamiliar name.
Samsa the traveling salesman; soon gone before his fame.