Laulunsanoja:
This Is Hell Sundowning

but we keep losing faith every day. Deliver me from this wasteland, deliver me from feeling alone. These days, at best are a shadow of what they should have been. Deliver me from this

got sick of reaching out and coming up empty handed. She left a farewell note and it reads, "May we meet again." We know how this ends....

nothing makes sense, I cant decipher fact from pretense. This is the sound of a young man breaking ties. This is a convoluted attempt to find some source of hope, this is

I'm trying to understand that. I'm tearing out last few pages of every book I own, cause some things I don't want to know. This is a joke on the grandest

." At the start of this you have no idea. Barring precognition you just couldn't know how merciless all of this would seem from here and now but regret is

the concrete and I recall a heart so pure it that ceased to beat. I haven't said nearly enough. But I've already said far to much. This is the best and