Its a new Day. Though it feels the same. A tape named "suffering" stuck on replay, gaps between the tracks with labeled names. Relapsing and bringing back the memories. Checking back in on this god forsaken app. Striking out names while they fade away, should've done the same and tossed them away. The portraits, paintings, and poetry. Decrepit and ceaseless, creaking better pastures in the dark corner of my desolate room. Shallow reminders of even shallower lies or truths. Nothing but beliefs left from the spooks, wondering "who". A name as dead as hopefully you, though the world knows that isn't true. Can't even go to college without having memories that link to you. Fucking knew I shouldn't have hung out with you, silence like the eerie hue of the floresent lights in the study halls of the SU. Fuck you.
