Most go for gold, lose themselves.
I chose for your spiritual growth,
To be parallel with something I've felt.
This world wouldn't be sold if all knows.
Here's to hope.
Tuesday, October 11, 2016
Hearts race when you're observed by a race from another space
Sub conscious states created in R.E.M you may say
Rats in a caged maze desperate to be saved I say
Like moths to a flame with little to no faith
Brings on wraiths within a void
To a lost cold boy