Is it in my cards today? Will it be in my cards tomorrow? I cannot forsaken the thought of what lies beneath the edge of my mind. I postpone it with each breath my lungs gasp for. There is nothing left here, the dust forms in every corner, it sticks. When will it begin or rather when shall it end? I am nothing but a foolish mind stuck in a mundane body, an idealist, I am never satisfied. I find myself back here day after day, pouring my putrid soul for a cheap dollar.
What I once thought never became a reality. What I once was is nothing but a memory. I have grown and I have lust, but never shall I lose my inherent musk.
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