13 May 2012
There are days when I can't hear a sound except my own sad story Twisted thoughts thrown around in a state of constant purgatory I had plans-still do- searching for my own moment of glory Years passed & each one clashed with the colour of my thoughts Mocking shadow hard to swallow all the lessons I've been taught Feel like I'm drowning in all the small talk and the chatter just need someone to catch my drift converse with substance and foundation of things that matter
I'm so weary Surrounded by these walls Weight of life so heavy Expectations so tall I didn't mean to prove I was good enough Just to lose...
Colour Of My Thoughts • Opuss № I