Have you ever hid away in the darkest corner of the room
A moment you get plagued by grimson gloom
Stare blankly forget to blink
Too crowded to think
What have I succumb to
What’s my heart to do
This moment I’m sinking
Too late to start drinking
I can’t feel my nerves
Lost in lifes curves
Have you ever heard of a moment so dim?
We’re life converts the soul, glim
I hate hate hate sundays. 3 hours before i can get my opening round *anywhere* six for carry out drinks. Family reunion / funeral last night so i am badly in need of one this morning.