Twenty Six years and seems like, I've just begun. To understand my, my intimate is no one. When the director sold the show, bought its last rites. They cut the cast, the music, and the lights.
I am exploring the inside. I find it desolate. I do implore these confines. Now as they penetrate, recreate me. . I'm hovering throughout time. I crumble in these days.
I can't think and i can't speak!. my mind is not my own!. feeling like my will is weak!. cannot find the strength to go on!. i've battled! i'm fucking battled man!.
My dear, there is no danger. Can't you see they turn blind eyes. To we swift and spotlit strangers?. Oh, people the rush is over. We will be revered again.
Twenty-six years and seems like I've just begun. To understand my. My intimate is no one. When the director sold the show, who. Bought its last rites?.