The death of a friend always forces a change makes you face the fact that reality isn’t the norm that you have to respond, not react
the world slips through your fingertips like so many forgotten dreams left by those that were left those that can’t hold on any longer
death to life, living be done i ate a forest and left the dirt for the trees took more than i had to keep me free eyes that turn me to stone
every walk ends in a seat sitting for half our lives running didn’t get us anywhere and sleep is for the dead
a picture of a portrait of a disillusioned world my lens isn’t rose, but crimson stained hurt me, scold me, take me to the zoo i left for me, you left for you