No words will help this broken soul that sits on edge of breathless life
Hopeless stares into sights of nothing
No visions of beauty in anything seen be sight
Music no longer poetic to the ears
No scent tingles the appetite
The beauty of life no longer exists
Apr 30, 2015
Apr 30, 2015 at 5:10 PM UTC
No words will help this broken soul that sits on edge of breathless life
Hopeless stares into sights of nothing
No visions of beauty in anything seen be sight
Music no longer poetic to the ears
No scent tingles the appetite
The beauty of life no longer exists