It's hard
to keep
everything straight.
Weak days, it's hard
enough to stay awake.
And this day,
and this day,
and this day,
and this day,
and this day,
and this day, and this day.
It's a lot to work at now,
with this loss or after smile,
of all of the news in this media age.
And the chaos in my mind, and the chaos of
the times, we're running into the carbon flame.
And, you know,
you've cried
last night.
I
lost the fight
against myself to fight.
I just died.
