dizzy .
head hurts. feet hurt. ears are ringing. they tell me its the bells that are singing. but i know that the world doesn’t sing anymore.
tomorrow. a new day. a ballad. does the numbness stay. apparently its all about what has happened before.
i can’t think. i can’t swear. i can’t remember, from when. where. came all this despair. and then i wonder what the despair is for.
all i want. is for the world. for the world. to make sense. because i can’t seem to tell anymore.
and in the end. it happens when. you least expect to find…
a rhyme…
a rhyme…