Oct 2012
My world comes crashing down....
This is when the dream begins
Reality, writhing, contorted
Nothing is natural
I sweat cold into the sheets
And try to find a better sleep
To prove that nothing is real
To be numb and slip away
To lose myself.
This is when the dream begins
Reality, writhing, contorted
Nothing is natural
I sweat cold into the sheets
And try to find a better sleep
To prove that nothing is real
To be numb and slip away
To lose myself.
I found this in my old journal from years ago. My friend and I co-wrote this (more him than me) but he refuses to post it, so I will.
