I should
Write
Because art
Is another way
Of screaming and
I want
To cry
Because winter
Is closing in
On my whole being
I can't
Stop
The time
Is moving on
Without me
I miss
The love
Not even she
Is close enough
To the memory
I am
Freezing
And it's dark
Is there time or
Is it an illusion?
I think
I'm trying
But my motivation
Is gone and
I'm going with
I try
To not
Disappear completely
Is there a choice?
Another way out?
I fade
And lose
My mind
I'm not a fighter
I can't even rhyme
I drink
I think
I should
I doubt
I am but
I will go and
I will
I will
Dec 11, 2014
Dec 11, 2014 at 3:29 PM UTC
I should
Write
Because art
Is another way
Of screaming and
I want
To cry
Because winter
Is closing in
On my whole being
I can't
Stop
The time
Is moving on
Without me
I miss
The love
Not even she
Is close enough
To the memory
I am
Freezing
And it's dark
Is there time or
Is it an illusion?
I think
I'm trying
But my motivation
Is gone and
I'm going with
I try
To not
Disappear completely
Is there a choice?
Another way out?
I fade
And lose
My mind
I'm not a fighter
I can't even rhyme
I drink
I think
I should
I doubt
I am but
I will go and
I will
I will
