In a room... |
When the world ends, and i am the last one standing here, my only question will be: was it worth surviving? or should i have been the first one to die? |
The mind has a thousand eyes |
My beloved enemy, |
Peace is a lie; there is only passion. |
Whispered voices inside my head. |
Choosing friends are like picking flowers: |
I was stripped away by my heart and soul. They replaced me with mechanical parts, part or whole. |
People pass me by with no look... |
Night by night |