(no subject)
Lost in never ending contemplation,
Of slights and sins from my past.
Imprisoned eternally to isolation.
For failure to find hope a way out.
Without inspiration or expression,
The person I was decays into nothing
Alone in this damnation
Without anyone to share the pain
In latency lacking instruction
My utter succumbing to the way things are
This a letter of my conformation
Of slights and sins from my past.
Imprisoned eternally to isolation.
For failure to find hope a way out.
Without inspiration or expression,
The person I was decays into nothing
Alone in this damnation
Without anyone to share the pain
In latency lacking instruction
My utter succumbing to the way things are
This a letter of my conformation