exactly. Hope unknown. Sometimes just waking is surreal. I pass right through the nameless ones. I know that hope’s unknown. Sometimes the water feels so real. As I walk through it fills my lungs, my god, I’m drowning. This day never seems to end. This pain, never. This day never seems to end. This rage I can not let go. I hear them calling my name. I feel them gnawing out holes, all throughout my flawless soul. So alone. Sometimes
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