As the bone of the body decay
Everything in the world remain
The Cycle of words polluting the air
Continously sleep walking in circles
People looking through the unknown
In stranger places
Less cruel than the crowded home
A place where pain is tolerated
All the way down
Feels like hope is gone
Everything has just gone wrong
Journey had become too long
Mar 25, 2017
Mar 25, 2017 at 9:59 AM UTC
As the bone of the body decay
Everything in the world remain
The Cycle of words polluting the air
Continously sleep walking in circles
People looking through the unknown
In stranger places
Less cruel than the crowded home
A place where pain is tolerated
All the way down
Feels like hope is gone
Everything has just gone wrong
Journey had become too long
