unquiet

DEJECTED

Evil, dark, demented always smart, always laying deep inside my head, making me wish I’m always dead. Tired and jaded feeling dejected, everyone I meet always makes me feel rejected. They pretend to be my friend and I’m glad I see into their faces, to know their real intent to send me into blazes. I stay to myself with very little clearance, my freedom gone with no last song. To be strong and belong brings me to a life to prolong.

Written by,   Rob Casteel