Sane, nothing keeps me sane
I still feel nothing, every things the same
stains, of my life
in pieces
assembled on the wall

it, can, not, be this way
for the rest of my life
I, wish, it, could, end
in a more dignifying way

wait for life
slowly, creeping down my spine
slowly, making me old

wait for life
shattered bones
forever alone
how to break,
out

Nothing will help me
Nothing at all

Forever Old

Never waited for nothing more
suicide
seems tempting
inviting me in
none would remember me
as anything good,
I'll just be an empty face

Forever Old