Sometimes I wish I could go to sleep
And never wake back up
Breathing a life of misery
Makes no sense, should be anything but
Unremittingly solitude
And detached from the world
Magnetic to dark reveries
Until I'am disturbed
What is it, that makes me want to slowly wilt away?
Unravelling the purpose of my split hermitality.
Afraid to dedicate myself, keep shifting all the time
Some days I wish existence would not be an endless rhyme
Human races spinning in a black hole of eternity
Much meaning of this life falls ill, prone to philosophy
I’m drifting to unconsciousness, blocking out everything
But then again this isolation forces me to think
Music, Alcohol and Love
Alleviate not cure
Must seek out one identity
To dwell forever more…
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