| dETtaTchED... |
| everybody's so detattched from their emotions. see me crying; lying broken. even I have started to forget the meanings. I'm choking; not feeling. every day is just another duplication. I'm wishing; in contemplation. our hearts like insects trapped in amber, are relics; in the anger. perfect society has come and made us placid. we're rotting; we're rancid. this little dream has now deserted any spirit I once had; it killed it. and everybody's so dettatched from their emotions. see me empty; mind not open. thinking I have long forgotten any meanings. I'm broken; not feeling. everybody's so dettatched from their emotions. see me empty; mind not open. struggle to remember any kind of meaning. alone and not feeling. dettatched. |