To be immortal
is to be cursed...
I am wilted
Broken in despair...
The dying tree haunts the young one's light
As the bark divulge its secrets...
I sit on my bed with a knife in my hand
im ready to use it to put it all to an end...
Silent screams,
Within my dreams...
This was supoose to be a quote but it's to...
i will return the favor...
--Yupp yupp, Thunder is noise.
Its a song...
Product of my enclosure fueled by societies rage.
Inhumanly left to rot in my iron cage...
A busted face, bruised ribs
I tried to survive but succumbed to the pain of...
The warm, gooey sweetness
comes pouring out, like a waterfall...
We are dancing in the moonlight
to the sound of summer's breath...
Gazing at this world
i wonder why i was put on it...