Idle chatter sounds much better to the absent mind.
Govern
So much for breathing,
My cloud nine fell from grace.
In retrospect,
I reflect,
But I am to blind to see,
I
You never loved me
now I cannot lie down in that
A tear to shed my soul,
To bleed out my divinity
I could see the pain in your eyes,
I wish I
I will not be part of your rusting machine,
I
Below my solitude I abstain.
Above my bitterness I
The sky is falling around me.
You choke in the
You told me nine times before,
And you said that
Can you help me?
Take a picture before I paint over
