Knowing things
losing touch with reality

Growing old
feeling pain
falling down
falling down
falling deep deep down

Crowded senses
not grasping the "now"
living in the yesterdays

The roses die
the coffee's stale
nothing to look forward to
nothing to see far far ahead
except that sweet dark abyss
the serious lack of conciousness
the one thing we never seem to have enough of
the pure element of sleep

11/03/2003

Posted on 11/13/2003
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