NotMuchOfMeLeft

Distrauately and faded energy and the will to look upon the mirror which rubs me of my joy. the mind of a madman are in constant sorrow no worries of tomorrow. only the storms we face today gives us purpose as we ask the midnight sky.. only interpretating the anguishing response of a broken hearted fool. the effort to smile brings upon memories of a love once adored and chairished within the compound of this tattered box colored heart. words uttered amongst the dying resemble my resolve at the end of my cause lay me in The Meadows within my calm mind so you can find my skin is so whining in the wind in my despair still grasping at the fantasy of being loved.