There's a hole in my heart that love can't fill. No amount of this artificial happiness could fulfill. Just the sight of these needles seem to brighten up my perspective, but my mind is under a transcendent gleam. There's no light to shed when all you know is darkness, but waking up with nothing left to see is a travesty. The intercession of my life is only a blank page of angst. When I'm walking down this winding road, I seem to find comfort in the cars passing by at a deathly speed. Miles of turmoil, but my conclusive brain is the fighting chance to finally make it home. My torn jeans and stained t-shirts, tend to remind me of where I came from. These beaten up nights, and blurs are not for certain. Starting at the end of the road, with my eyes on the moon rings. Colours change beyond the angry stage. With every breath of smoke another thought comes to mind, my crush and dust is a lonely road to ride
