Poems from Thee Deviation
Left in solitary.
What shall I long for?
Lost in my head.
Whom shall I long for?
Death appears to be approaching.
Where shall I run for? ...
I am the sound of the spring day
And I'm packed in a cloud full of gray.
And as they hear me (Drip Drop, Drip Drop)
They tell me to go...
Before I start, i’m going to have to tell everyone with a perfect life to leave,
because the things that i’m about to say could cause some...