I'm slowly irrelevant fast becoming a fiction-based content My ligaments are ornaments. I've lost all of my meaningless words Sleepless walker has nothing left to say Sleepless walker lives in dreams of waste Pull yourself back together just to be torn back apart But the ground is coming there's no time to restart As horizons bent over skylines I find myself dissatisfied with time As power lines fell closer in a circular dismay sometimes things are better off left grey I am reminded of my survival each and every day I am decay Repeated and reversed Dispersed and converged Living backwards through a rabid sense of urge I am a habitat Housing each and every burden that strangles all of our desires and your positivity is devastating me