TRADING DREAMS FOR PENNIES

In the end we are all going to look the same, taste the same, be the same, feel the same.. so why worry for today? If it'll be the same as yesterday except with less pussy. Promises are made. Dreams are in motion. Promises are broken. Dreams are not wanted anymore. I'm trading dreams for pennies. Anyone interested? Holding auction until my last breath. Some way out. No room to hide like in the movies. No blanket to comfort me when I shiver. No sun to warm the cold earth. Not enough poison to damage your veins. I guess no more. I know I'm fucked in a million different ways. Just as I once fucked the mind of time. It all comes to an end. No mother to seethe me baby. I am officially a walking dead. The part that matters most is dead. The battery that kept this clock in motion has run out. And no, no spares left to replace the last. Anger has gone away. All thats left is enough pain to kill an elephant. Darkness wins the best of me. Women are bitches, Who would want them? me. Who could possibly desire them? Me. Who needs them? ME. Escaping from reality i wish to fantasize ones more. I want to prove for myself that "impossible is nothing". But what i would really want is a change of heart. Cause this ones too messed up and broken in so many ways that it can't do what it was made for.