gues i wrote it a while ago cause i dont remember writing it.
I'm out of thoughts, out of breath, I've hit low ground,
I'll count this loss, the power's off and I hear no sound,
I'm shaken, forsaken, wasted and set back to the basics,
Of creation, I love it though I know that you will hate it,
I am tortured, the torch burns, I start ripping these griefs,
Just someone to put down is really all misery needs,
As I sit in these streets, I am numb, with my hollow head,
Swallowed in the darkness, see myself and I follow, dead,