hididng from faces once known lost is all lost am i
floating in this void i wait praying for the day
when everything beccomes real again
no masks to hide behind to lie before

warm wind blows away corroding rust and ash
superglue staples and a little tape
its all inside my head
(were not as bad as them)
lies corrupt nectar rots
too lost stumble crash and burn (what a fucking waste)

By defekteve

who the fuck cares?