A Collection Of Words Without Meaning
From one lost soul to another,
I'm just wandering with these words.
Wanderlust in Wasteland.
Documenting life through bloodshot eyes,
Dreaming without wings,
Reminding the world,
We know not what tomorrow brings.
From one lost soul to another,
I'm penning a collection of words unread,
Words sympathetic of a failing heart.
Searching for the element of our demise
To eluminate old charm.
We are seamlessly warped,
The messengers of dissonace.
From one lost sould to another,
I'm penning a collection of thoughts unshared,
Ratting out dreams to the conscious in verse.
Wanderlust in Wasteland.
I'm just wandering with these words.
Wanderlust in Wasteland.
Documenting life through bloodshot eyes,
Dreaming without wings,
Reminding the world,
We know not what tomorrow brings.
From one lost soul to another,
I'm penning a collection of words unread,
Words sympathetic of a failing heart.
Searching for the element of our demise
To eluminate old charm.
We are seamlessly warped,
The messengers of dissonace.
From one lost sould to another,
I'm penning a collection of thoughts unshared,
Ratting out dreams to the conscious in verse.
Wanderlust in Wasteland.