feeling like the man of tin

sixteen hours sleep
awake, to truck backing beep
still tired
lost desire
mirror on the wall,
I'm lonleist of all
In space I stare
a black hole tares,
feel no care
As it gets bigger
O regret, when I lost her
I tried not to live sin
I'm feeling like a man of tin
Sailing a sea
on a sinking ship of self worth
what waves in store for me
only gift I have is birth
I'm wet, yet never rains
I'm cold, through surrounding life flames

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1. Ray Ray says:

   Very nice. I like it. :]