Paste
Stress roles alongside my desires mimicking the sweat which falls from my face,
dripping on to the things I adore, as frustration pores I feel fatigued once more.
Worry is inhaled as strong as asmath exhales its selfish control of the very air in my soul,
my lungs burn at every turn of events that cause discern, aggravation stands stern as the very crumbling of my patience, unfolds.
The pitch in my sound elevates and I feel the very balance of calm, earthquake,
the foundation of reasonable thought gets lost in this disease I've caught... so now past ownership of hemorrhaging mistakes.
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