(no subject)

[______shank]

These days are so late
Even with the night coming on quicker
It hardly shows any relief
The time shows no respect for the dying
These days I'm jealous of the dead
Macabre dedication to the other side make it worthwhile
Life building up for that one moment
Cause that when it becomes so clear
I'll forget what it was I misunderstood
And carry, carry on with passion and vibrance
Joining the ranks of my obssessions
Lost time will be a thing of the past