Lying in my pool of defeat
Trying to get back on my feet
Where's the love
Probably washed off the shore
Or I'm just
Crossed off Cupid's chores
Can't get any words out
Can feel my lips moving
But the word seems vague
My life ain't mundane
Yet, can't shake off the feeling of being ordinary
Can't make a single rhyme
My weakened knee confirms my mundaneness
Quite the lost passion for life
Still can't seem to get enough of it
Maybe I'm just meant to live
~FACELESS
saint of souls