by yourself

depopulationINC

dirty fingertips and nails
all the bedlam that entails
righteous thoughts that blow a mind
all the ones we leave behind
Silver picture frames and gloom
pretty ugly things that fill your room
one more trick and I might know
one more time for me to realize
walk with me
don't tank my hand
you've got some tales
don't think i'll ever understand
you hold your breath
lie in your own bed
the problems you fornicate
haunting you until we're all dead
lying in the wake
more than I could ever take
just keep you pace
a little space
don't give me room
some memories