• thrags 27w


    T|houghts of simple days bring torment
    R|emember being a kid and enjoyment
    A|ppalling how its now all irrelevant 
    P|eel back the truth and circumvent
    P|leased to be here, but discontent
    E|ndure a life stripped of consent
    D|elusions of grandeur disorient

    I|ts easy to be deviant
    N|ot so much benevolent

    M|ediate to avoid feeling desolate
    Y|esterdays gone, thats a definite

    M|ore days pass, feel more desperate
    I|mplored how you became so insolent
    N|ever again to feel beguilement
    D|welling in past, brings only lament