In my senses it's all broken
Time scatters like shattered glass
And every word spoken
Is filled with emotion, with wrath
The then, the when, the now
Time is all that matters
I wonder entirely how
I'm devoid of life, rather
I live in a dazical reality
And it's end could be any day
But... I honestly cannot see.
May 26, 2015
May 26, 2015 at 1:09 PM UTC
In my senses it's all broken
Time scatters like shattered glass
And every word spoken
Is filled with emotion, with wrath
The then, the when, the now
Time is all that matters
I wonder entirely how
I'm devoid of life, rather
I live in a dazical reality
And it's end could be any day
But... I honestly cannot see.