Jan 2017
Here again,
At the gates of my demise.
Back too soon.
Drowning ever so slowly.
Wanting to turn back,
To start over again.
Irreversible inclinations.
Constant fury.
Breathe,
Tomorrow is a new day.
At the gates of my demise.
Back too soon.
Drowning ever so slowly.
Wanting to turn back,
To start over again.
Irreversible inclinations.
Constant fury.
Breathe,
Tomorrow is a new day.
