Poor mind. Bored sign.
Made of constant downward spiral.
I just don't get it.
The path to darkness with a fake flashlight.
Walkin' somewhere without knowing where.
A simple breeze of sanity covers the rotten spirit
that guides blank rage of frustation snow fervently
making way to a unique form defeat.
No signs of cure, light or fate.
Just a lone, dark and corrosive vehicle.
V. pompaelo
