Monotony fills every inch of my secluded being, breathing down my neck , staining my thoughts.
Yearning for life, like the dog does his bone. I wait, or rather stall. Hoping for something to begin.
I cant get no satisfaction.... Mick Jagger, oh i agree.
How long can one live as an empty shell of unreached potential, begging for ecstasy.
When the world spins with no direction or worth, for you nor for me.
Laws and conventions poison the truth behind our self imposed mirage.
Encumbered by my own thoughts of futility. The world and its injustices stain the innocence that has yesteryear owned., yet today we have forgotten.
Numb to the tastes that once pleasured my tongue. Dull silence rings aloud.
Hearts and minds tread different paths, whilst the body follows both.
Not asleep nor awake a tired mind rambles.
My mind shoots blanks.
Every good thing must come to an end.
The end.
