my bailey's has gone bad
It's a new dawn
A new day.
You know how I feel. Will your voice find my head in the morning?
My apathy resides comfortable underneath my fingernails,
soaked in with the grains of sand and blood. Broken nails,
crumbling on the resistance of encompassing cement walls.
Everlasting walls, constantly being built up. And I'm
made of nothing but once thought of memories, fading with
every breath.
Stop breathing, and life will be still. With no breath, we can finally hold dear and true the beauty of a simple silence.
No thought.
No emotion.
A thin line which makes our pulse,
Discinigrated
A new day.
You know how I feel. Will your voice find my head in the morning?
My apathy resides comfortable underneath my fingernails,
soaked in with the grains of sand and blood. Broken nails,
crumbling on the resistance of encompassing cement walls.
Everlasting walls, constantly being built up. And I'm
made of nothing but once thought of memories, fading with
every breath.
Stop breathing, and life will be still. With no breath, we can finally hold dear and true the beauty of a simple silence.
No thought.
No emotion.
A thin line which makes our pulse,
Discinigrated