The new is old, and "Fresh" rots on the vine, we accomplished nothing what value is time?
Lies and intolerable instinct... the kind that renders me hopeless and blind...will SEE TRUTHS, but not in time.
I have known every version of truth, the kind that gives hope, and steals your youth. There is a reality I can hold,( of my becoming, and then growing old.)
My story is mine, and mine alone, and this, THIS, is why Graves have a Stone. Before I pass into wonderland I wonder who... who...will understand.
I DID NOT CHOOSE TO GO!
Lies and intolerable instinct... the kind that renders me hopeless and blind...will SEE TRUTHS, but not in time.
I have known every version of truth, the kind that gives hope, and steals your youth. There is a reality I can hold,( of my becoming, and then growing old.)
My story is mine, and mine alone, and this, THIS, is why Graves have a Stone. Before I pass into wonderland I wonder who... who...will understand.
I DID NOT CHOOSE TO GO!