and because I lived
with a'thousand souls...
Sitting here
working...
I don't want to speak in circles anymore,
and lose visitors in my colourless corridors...
I'm crippled by
the pain, and fear...
Orange city lights frame the dark road ahead
As I speed along the empty highway...
At 2:36 a.m., I try to
to figure out why depression...
There's a salty ache in my ribcage
it radiates out through my muscles and bones...
When better days turn-in to better nights
I dare not dream for seldom they appear...
Hello, my name is Daniel,
and I'm infatuated with puzzles...
There are tombs with gloom traces
Of fear in the far sighted eyes...
The sadness holds me helpless as the sand-
Awaits for waves to drown it's grains with salt...
I am pretty.
By most conventional understanding, that’s me...