Jul 2
Soundtrack to my life
Today, I realized. One day. When split apart, I come with theories. Furies, are my self afflictions. A muse will sing. Betrothed with the amusing. Commanding furthermore, I sing for the occasionally. Reoccurring dream states of repairing. Despondence; Dusk is approaching. In a further behind, I am dying. Time crutching. Becoming sleeping reliance. Rather than waking avoidance. Jumping one time, you are drowning. Necromancy of the double edged existence. Coming out wherever I am. This yearning has never felt so rewarding.
