stay

[devastatinlena]

I walk through the walls.. as If I were a Ghost
I am rarely seen with human eyes
Tempted to drift away in a dream
But still I stay..A piece of the machine

A slave to the grind.. all the while in denial
The hell I live in...a glossed out picture
Never truely existing .. past the moment
But still I stay.. A piece of the machine

Sitting by the window..The moments pass by
Delusions of granduer..torments my life
Death and destruction.. simply I am
But always I stay.. A piece of the machine