Sittin in the repeat swindled by a scandalous tone. The mental state of solitude has begun its grope. Easing the mind of weary worries laid about. Sittin here listening to names dead n cold released by the mouth. The some ol restriction stutters the emotion wanton to live. Goin to waste n backed up with so much to give. Finding a corner in the darkest place to feel the emptiness of comfort. Saddened desires plague the giddiness put aside in this dungeons core.