Back to a world of drudgery dearth and broken dreams,
Where a fatalistic sense of eternal loss
Washes in through the door of the classrooms I sit in.
Back to the futile sham that mocks humanity
And the selfishness that engulfs all around,
Touching us all in different ways.
An angry black and bitter wave waiting to drown us all.
Three hours of nothingness,
Lost to the past,
Contemplating what is required
For this machine I live inside.
Mar 5, 2013
Mar 5, 2013 at 2:19 PM UTC
Back to a world of drudgery dearth and broken dreams,
Where a fatalistic sense of eternal loss
Washes in through the door of the classrooms I sit in.
Back to the futile sham that mocks humanity
And the selfishness that engulfs all around,
Touching us all in different ways.
An angry black and bitter wave waiting to drown us all.
Three hours of nothingness,
Lost to the past,
Contemplating what is required
For this machine I live inside.