As I Gently Weep
By Jaystone
Observations of self obliteration
Scenes rampant thoroughly thought
Time is of no essence
Yes, it does become quite obsession.
Who amongst us can achieve
This American fucking dream
I've become as salt which has lost it's savor
Forsaken my emotions, a darkened flavor
I'm as a modest mouse seeking a mere morsel of cheese
Without no emotions
I slowly drift away,
As I gently weep.