somewhere away from here
One more day it seems, another day into the mundane, where nothing is made and the screams surround Alone on an island, where bridges built, onto foundations of nothing but crumbling statues the strings are breaking the world thus drifting shrunk into a shell isolated amongst pictures faded images blurred dissapearing into that known asmemories closer they wanted further it seems closer they wanted closer it became bleak it was the smiles gone fading into that blackhole one never to die anymore thrust into madness
of what seemed
seemingly ordinary
Labels: Another day thinking