something

i don't feel alone, i can't seem afraid, i wanted to think, but i'll sleep it away, some thing i forgot, somewhere to sit down, some stuff to do up, some crap that i found, we're the credulous ones, on a dead machine, blowing thoughts into bags with no shame, too loud in my ears, to fill up my mind, too black to ignite, two words i won't find, what blank did i draw, what kind of a day, which one had to go, whatever you say, we're the credulous ones, on a dead machine, blowing thoughts into bags with no shame, don't try and read this, it means nothing, i can't say this, if you hear it