Bit 25 Moment that quivers with un-blue, confuse like we do, tonight there was a new moon

In this moment, I prefer non-existence than existence with existentialism.

In informality terms, yet not at all mundane; I'd prefer to die now rather than to live and fuck up.

For I don't believe it'll stop, or I could ever be one of the Belonged.

Cynical, it is, that I was the One to live in such ways that isolate whomever I lived to forget

Beloved friend I could never be - such a thing blue eyes can't bare to see

I miss you, and everything now

I'm in the black again, can't make it back again

From everything now.

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