'04 What is it now!


Look closer, the day is about to end

Lonely air blows across my face without a friend

as I slowly begin to bend,

my mind starts to pretend.

to this life I can not mend,

silly thoughts lurking in torment.

What else do these ideas represent?

My head is burning; there is no vent,

oxygen fades through the days I've spent...

"Where's David?"

Something happened today that I did not intend,

being emptied, deprived without my souls' consent.

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