• thewandering_vqp 22w


    I'm growing detached,
    As I outlast
    All of the things
    That I know that I lack.
    Coming to terms
    As I am with the fact
    That my destiny
    Is crushing my back.
    This burden, I carry,
    I dare not to tarry,
    Time has been lost
    And the future looks scary.
    Help comes from no one
    And nowhere is safe,
    This time, I think
    That I might lose the race.