this scenes a distraction
this social scene is such a distraction from my own,
my thoughts are no longer collected they are all over this room
but why does the scene have to get in the way of what truly matters?
its like a massive tormentor with no avail.
its like a bad dream, this scene is swallowing me by the whole.
i have to find a culprit for this scene that had to have been made by another,
i am sleepdazed and it seems like this will never end, i have walked into a
door to this scene and i cannot find a scape route.
i suddenly see a quivering hand reaching into the window,
its for me so i grabbed ahold and writhed my way out. I am not part of that scene and i will never be, so consiquently i learned to never step foot in that door again. the impression it left on me is quite elusive ,i am vague on what happened, but i think it may have been terrifying. this scene is no longer a distraction swinging in front of my face, it is now gone, my window is forever closed
my thoughts are no longer collected they are all over this room
but why does the scene have to get in the way of what truly matters?
its like a massive tormentor with no avail.
its like a bad dream, this scene is swallowing me by the whole.
i have to find a culprit for this scene that had to have been made by another,
i am sleepdazed and it seems like this will never end, i have walked into a
door to this scene and i cannot find a scape route.
i suddenly see a quivering hand reaching into the window,
its for me so i grabbed ahold and writhed my way out. I am not part of that scene and i will never be, so consiquently i learned to never step foot in that door again. the impression it left on me is quite elusive ,i am vague on what happened, but i think it may have been terrifying. this scene is no longer a distraction swinging in front of my face, it is now gone, my window is forever closed