The Crying Orc

EDIT: As much as i would like to, that shit just won't happen, even if it appears it could i wouldn't let itbecause it would just fuck me up worse and make shit worse and worse and i don't need that. As long as its dead hopefully the memory will die

I can't write anything. I can't get started on anything. So i'll post an older one. I chose this one, "In Time", because it fits to whats currently going on with various shit

Lost time
Jealous thoughts of what I’m missing
Swallowed
Envious lakes of what’s kept from possession
Cold dust
Withering away, needs in time
Where do you stand
Nowhere
Never beside but in despair
Possibility
Gone in days time
Malicious
Left to lash for subconscious
Buried
Gone beneath chronologies haze
Invisible
In time