Sane, nothing keeps me sane
I still feel nothing, every things the same
stains, of my life
in pieces
assembled on the wall
it, can, not, be this way
for the rest of my life
I, wish, it, could, end
in a more dignifying way
wait for life
slowly, creeping down my spine
slowly, making me old
wait for life
shattered bones
forever alone
how to break,
out
Nothing will help me
Nothing at all
Forever Old
Never waited for nothing more
suicide
seems tempting
inviting me in
none would remember me
as anything good,
I'll just be an empty face
Forever Old
