Something New As Yet Untitled Aside From This
More moonless nights
and luminescent silver haze,
The sun forgets to shine
on the tragedy of wasted days
A world, a world, swollen, torn
yet further apart
morality stop
like the nigger childs beating heart
Can we help this humanity?
no tears, nor turned heads
All you, All us, we should all be dead.
Lyrics. Poetry. Drudgery, depression. Things need to look up...lawd