

order out of chaos4.37am Sunday watching the lifeless street outside feeling lost in my life, i need the promised gold but i cant afford the cost i don't know what to do, this time of the morning makes everything surreal and we meet too oftenorder out of chaos
im a man inside the grave who's life is lost no sighn of hope all i needed was someone to help bear this load
you were too busy with yourself
a thousand words to say but no ears for them to fall upon you will never know this is about you you will never hear this even if i tear myself open and scream
all of this has been foreseen