Guess it’s because I’ve no life
Guess it’s because of me
Sitting here crying out frustrations
and digging the dust of old memories
A lamp, pictures in the head
and silence
The computer hums for itself.
Walls are not at all a happy sight
bathed in the light
so that every scratch can be seen
Music doesn’t even miss here
conciousness goes to sleep faster in silence
Maybe I should take a pill
like all of those who I call cowards
(or they just use the tools and are the natural part of evolution?)
and go to sleep
just to sleep it all over
What kind of mind tar is this
For fuck sake this sounds lost
Is it that why my head aches so bad
and why my back is hurting?
Just too much of rocks on these shoulders
Sleep tight all my loves.
I’m here guarding…
