As I sit here alone with my thoughts and my fears, suffering the consequence of those bought social sneers, I can’t help but embrace the judgement from peers. A reality so true; I’m nothing more than a broken old gear.
Broken by function and broken by fate. I lay on this landfill thinking, – am I even still here, and am I too late? As I find myself slipping further into the rear of my own mental state, a ray of sunshine appears in the form of a queer, confusing my fate.
His dreams are so bright and so clear, that my heart starts to sear. In his dream I’m something, although something very unclear. I then try and I try to become something he can hold dear, but my thoughts and ideas can’t help but to veer,
till dreams turns to nothing but a great many fears. Here I’ll remain nothing, not even a simple old gear.
Lost delights of mine, leave me not in unknown ways And all of our dandled days in my fortune’s hand Winder cold wails the wrong of death delays When cold wind blows into my desert sands She has turned within
Once I was in the world as a man But my body was not found anywhere more than Uncertainty around the moving earth happened Then Sudden accident Damaged my brain how and where No one could be said I thought
Alone and unwanted. Unnecessary and useless. Unable to satisfy. In need of replacing. The heat of the moment. Now died down. Left unfeeling. Mind still racing. A touch once hot. The passion now gone. No longer needed. No more devoured.
“Dreams, against a wakening mind, like fleeting clouds, Weaken, vanish, and silently evanesce at daybreak … Nebulous dreams of a land unknown, Wishful hopes of a life unchained, Wistful fantasies of ambitions unbridled. Uncanny fears of a destiny uncertain Persistent