I'm not saying it's too late
I'm just saying the sun has long been set. And I'm nowhere near home.
But that's life, it's no place for the weak. Or the meek. Or the haphazards.
You have to cut through or cut short, because darkness is a burden we can't escape.
As it comes for us in every form and shape, to strangle our needs, and further take us down this dark spiral...
Which doesn't seem to end... A forsaken state of dreaming. Not seeing the real by what it means.
Fake feelings is like a raven in a cake, which you must eat and have left. And that's all we get, for letting our passions get the best of us.
So we delve deeper and deeper into this pot of witchery, of which we never got anything but older.
But I guess it's fair. Life is not a joke, it's for real. Though I would never know, cause my life turned into a place without glow.
But I still see through the windows. Of my operating system.
