Late night thoughts
Late night thoughts
Hate might rot
Love might save me
Or might not
Lying down
Not leaving town
Thinking lately
Things that frown
Stuck in a cubical
The saddest musical
Remembering, vaguely
Remembering too little
This mental state
Or what’s called fate
Changed me greatly
It’s too late
Too late to save
Too much I gave
Chop this shame tree
Dig my grave