Malaise کے بول

The night grows old beckoning this indifference Suffering an overdosed feeling of resentment Like a needle filed with grieving rage A supplement of synthetic wisdom rising from the grave To breech the barrier of a thousand words I so adamantly spoke Those vows were the threads that stitched this heart together The hymns of defeat echo through my nervous system The choir chants as I fall to my knees This isn't what I wanted This isn't how it was suppose to be This oath I betrayed has left a cold that lingers Numbing these frail bones Like an infectious scab my wounds cease to heal My livelihood is the currency for these cheap thrills My pockets are empty I've sold my sensibility to keep these withdrawals at bay Pawning my ambition for a solace that never stays