Adam Hollingsworth (11/23/89)

Standing at the edge of a hole made of emptiness
Learning to fly into an abyss of cleanliness
Remembering memories lost so long ago
While I’m overwhelmed by the feeling to just let go

Flying into thin air while clearing all inside
Realizing games that were made to crawl back in my mind
Dangers of boredom and loneliness silk in me
I just can't wait to be set free