in honor of national sloth day, I thought it'd be appropriate to celebrate by doing something completely unrelated.
here's the first track from a series of tracks that I may (or may not) upload at some point.

lyrikal kontent beloe


to die seems
to be a trophy 
but I see through it
the light beam
shines brightly
but I can't seem 
to shake this

this town and 
all I know
by the day grow
so old
withering friend
you're my bittersweet 
blend of hell
and home

possibilities and 
what it meant to me
are too hazy to grow
strike me
blindside me
I don't want to be
alone

hell in a handbasket
I love what I can't 
forget
eyes that conquer me
stretch my soul to meet
happiness

I see what's true
when I look at you
I see what's true

I see truth in you

Bereft Of Self

not all that       i n t e r e s t i n g.

MIR0