Aug 2014
Crowded by the cacophonous concourse,
My inhalation abducted by intruders.
But I am abandoned, deserted, forsaken,
Encompassed but forlorn.
And my piece of mind
Has always been at war.
My inhalation abducted by intruders.
But I am abandoned, deserted, forsaken,
Encompassed but forlorn.
And my piece of mind
Has always been at war.
Alone depressed lost sad
