Born to the glare of the senses. Spoon-fed reality infused. A new inherent. passive contentment. you are so easily amused. . Here and now we. are gone in a heartbeat.
Is this the one thought it was insane?. Coming down against it all. Didn't want it. Didn't need it. Didn't want it.. Twisted face of feigning beauty. Count the cost of suffering.
I hear your voice. It sings so softly. Curious to join in. A harmony to breathe forevermore. . Joyous the one to hear a voice. In fields where grass grows tall.