And fading footsteps show traces of walking away.
Dellusional from the illness and the flickering light above me. The music on the wall beside me and the air shooting from the ceiling.
What happens when the rain washes away everything that seemed to be? Start from the top. Ah, life.
These eye's are cloudy and bloodshot. This back is tired, and each heavy breath leans towards trouble. But the stars are still beautiful and the noises surrounding send me into a restful sleep.
Perhaps when I awake..
What happens when the rain washes away everything that seemed to be? Start from the top. Ah, life.
These eye's are cloudy and bloodshot. This back is tired, and each heavy breath leans towards trouble. But the stars are still beautiful and the noises surrounding send me into a restful sleep.
Perhaps when I awake..