I rarely go out anymore
I don’t know what I’d be going for
The door behind which the knowledge lives
Has been painted the same colour as the wall
And I must run my fingertips across the room
To find it again
But I rarely get
draw the my bed
That is where my being
As if hoping my full
I’ve I’ll be
they feel so
jewellery that is for me
could give in this life
Needs
am to room
these lonely nights will reward soon
Or a
You know true
know that it’s not right
fake a sacrifice