Thump.

moving slower faster stuck outta luck . its in the wrong its in the wrong its in the right kind of wrong place . just a song . the brown spot on the wall is my only source of enjoyment . cant wash it off cant get it off dont wanna wash it off its my only its my only source of feeling . something anything nothing . just dead spaces spoonfed empty faces computer gravelight just dead paces marching empty races click clock day is night . you try you’re best still you fail . cement your feet bag your body into the sea just breathe just breathe hold on and breathe . you try and try and try . keep trying keep drowning . . . .. . . . . . .