Wile away the hours
Watch as time flies away
So much to do,
So much to be done
But I just sit and stare.
A bowl of popcorn in my hands,
The flavour thereof called "I don't care"
With an aftertaste of lonelines
I watch as time flies away;
A spectator of the show
Where I'm the hero and the scapegoat
Watching my own life pass me by
But I wile away the hours,
Watching time fly.
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The Darkness Within: Vol. 4
PoetryThird notebook, third book. This is where it gets real. Warning: Not for the faint of heart. Just kidding lmaooo (Or am I??) But yeah anyways, here we go on our third (unofficially fourth) rollercoaster ride! It will be undergoing some edits soon. A...
