Everyone wants to be liked!
Even kids who have their hair spiked...
As cold as you.
Dreary thoughts tremble...
Turning Back Time
Only an angel has the wings to fall...
Everyday, a gust of wind blows
Across the land, as far as it may go...
Smoke clouds fill the air in here
The room is choked, with fear...
The heart pounding silence breaks the peace,
Slowly crowding into a state of motionless life...
To the bridge, he guides her
It is the bridge of existence...
Chest feels heavy.
Lungs give way to the pressure...
The statements you make, '
leave me with my bewailing state of mind...
Searing pains accost my weary mind.
Head dizzy with illness, thoughts foggy at times...
My Unkown...
Let me be,
leave me...