May 2020
i taste ashes on my tongue
my will drained like wine
on a wednsday night
i still feel so numb
my motivation dies like vines
left to wither with no light
my will drained like wine
on a wednsday night
i still feel so numb
my motivation dies like vines
left to wither with no light
this is a warning to my future self, but it also feels like dejavu
