desolation

in my hands i hold
nothing that can be sold
i am old
i am cold
i am living in this hole
where noone ever goes
i am alone
i am a stone
im a rock and not a roll
i am this living mould

hollow by the game
living life until im sane
loving love cuz im insane
lighting liberty on this plane
growing to a godly mane
facing all this physical pain

why am i depressed why am i in stress
why am i a mess why am i lest