Awake with the dead.
Hair slowly thinning.
Sleep is for the weak.
Teeth so fragile.
Around men and women that have lost their ways. Grinding their teeth. Been ups for days.
Eyes sinking in. As dark as unspoken words.
The kid in the cornor twitching his head.
Oh so forgetful.
We'll sleep when we're dead.
Jan 20, 2015
Jan 20, 2015 at 12:44 PM UTC
Awake with the dead.
Hair slowly thinning.
Sleep is for the weak.
Teeth so fragile.
Around men and women that have lost their ways. Grinding their teeth. Been ups for days.
Eyes sinking in. As dark as unspoken words.
The kid in the cornor twitching his head.
Oh so forgetful.
We'll sleep when we're dead.
