The exile of my breathing
Delineates the coma of my delight
Crestfallen
Miss my trust
d**hshed
Impious kiss, an exhaust fainting
Trembling my spirit
Spit
Smiling in spite of ourselves
Goner, i feel, i am gone
Fountain of sorrow
Pills deaden the agony
But alive how could i still feel
If one day i had felt
I can't remember
I don't care, i never cared
I'm the core
Dead core
On the core of exhaustion
Tired soul