• darkstashreality 5w

    The past I think off
    The memories be contagious
    The light dime on a crystal shard
    The drunk soul in the midnight hour
    I'm lost in the falling tower
    I was too dumb today to run to die
    I saw myself fading away
    In this so called parade
    I can never walk with them
    Wether be today or tomorrows end