Dad, go wash the dishes
Because I'm not here to slave away at the sink...
Shadows of the darkened night
Slowly creeping to claim me...
Just one more time
One more...
I walk into the arms of darkness
Not knowing what I'll find...
Phantom moon shadows
drink familiarity of day...
The electric night eats us alive
a fire moon burns the blue-black sky...
I hold the knife in my hand
I run my finger over the blade...
Pain.
Exstream Dicunfert...
Among the tree of knowledge
i stumble and i fall...
The anger is rising
from my head to my toes...
Death....
Is a last resort...
{this poem means a lot to me. its the dream, well...
Everything had been going great...