burried
when you sleep all the time cause there's no one around, when you're barely alive cause you lost what you found. when your life's filled with determination for a manifestation of delusions, when your consideration on reproduction is for endorphins, you're talking sweet for nothing, you're swigging cough syrup, waighting in the wave of your own self distruction. but you don't really care, there's holes in your head. you're too high to die, but you're already dead.