I used to love the night and now I dread my bed. Using all the light is how my head got spent. Torturous virus talk to my eyelids, walk in my size nines.
Trust me. . Is the skyline sliced up into pieces and broken steel and mesh?. Or is the progress of process that's a natural people quest?. Metal and the workings, dark and lurking in my mind.
There's those that don't know. Those that don't know that they don't know. There's those that don't know. Those that don't know that they don't know. .