My tiredness hangs around me like a disease.
My soul slowly dying
My hope does not increase
I have lost the energy for crying
Demons ask to be let in
The water, too thin and cold for a swim
So I lay on my side, pondering over my sins
Staring at the ripples, deaf to the whispers of the wind.
I lay there like a corpse, my soul rots like one too.
Pictures to mind, lust over love
Little money in my wallet, won’t need it anyway
Throwing stones in the water, feeling like a loon
Thinking back, wondering what I could’ve
Waiting for dusk, knowing ever be okay
Heading up the hill
Feeling yonder there awaits
My purgatory
