Show me answers, these days aren’t getting any shorter, wipe these tears away, show me a life that doesn’t end with an early grave
I long for something consistent something always there, to fill the void
Constantly searching
Acts of depression, reasons to simply breathe. oppression. Misanthropy. you have to save yourself because the system doesn’t care
Stare into the abyss your soul is searching for the truth whisper to me in tongues
Find beauty in the decay, I will never again question another mans willingness to die