12 August 2012
Abandoned is this mind where it lays, Quietly settling to its uninspired ways The busy hands of a clock that ticks, Had I not tried, it would have taken me weeks.
When I close my eyes the rust comes over Maybe they're just signs of me getting older But as I read the gathered stories of Opussia's writes It gave me a little push to put up a fight.
So I penned down my chugging thoughts Bullet fast, I emptied the slots Maybe they're not much to a reader's eyes But it really is much better than living in sighs.
For Lack Of A Better Title • Opuss № I