Somedays. I will be happy or maybe not. Satisfied with life and still. At place and still alive. I sold my soul and found some desolation an illusion being fullfilled. She dreaming of me dead. And asks if I'm still. Alive but deadly wounded heart gone astray. Low on life energize put on hold.

Somedays.
I will be happy
or maybe not. Satisfied with
life and still. At place
and still alive.
I sold my soul and
found some desolation an
illusion being fullfilled.
She dreaming of me
dead. And asks if I’m
still. Alive but deadly wounded
heart gone astray. Low on
life energize put on hold.