
in the mouth the taste of baked earth
dry skin with autumn leaves
eyes down deep
air oxygen lungs
filled with fear
I die so close to you
You don't odor pine.
You drive distant in a fast car
My home without a roof
I won't turn back the time
I'm on my knees.
Dust and Memoirs by Knowledge
I'm sinking ships burning bridges
There's not adequate between us
I'm asking a fewer questions.
I don't want to know the answer.
Make sense make sense
♪ In the mediate of nowhere ♪
I immerse hope
Nobody's coming.
Have a heart even in your pocket