And he sings his song to the grace of air
Wrap it in the drops of rain...
Where do you turn to
when the world turns to grey...
Night approaches
and my senses so keen...
Devouring, I feast
Tasting the flavor of the paradigm...
The photograph hangs on the wall
It brings to me things of the past...
A plethora of predicaments race in my mind at...
which one can I fathom to ponder about next...
I lay on my bed soaking my pillow with my tears,
I try to remember exactly what it is that I fear...
Falling from darkness
To a place I don't know...
Scared to death, I run for my life
From these thoughts I have, invisible knifes...
Mine forever
This is the story of a young girl...
Papa please don't go away
papa please stay...
The rising stench of toxic mire
Emanates from a dark forbidding place...