On the cliff, leaning into the wind,
Hair whipping in the breeze...
Shadows move across the walls
Don't turn off the lights...
I know what a broken heart feels like
messed up and damaged inside...
"Salvation was created for sinners"
But would salvation be given...
My fears, consuming
Never ending echos cry...
I scolded those
who i fill shoes of...
You will die by my hands
they will end your life...
Upon a lake
a black house did sit...
How could I be so blind?
Realizing we weren't forever...
Choice: the power to decide on an action with free...
Individual reliance...
He beguiled my senses and I faltered,
in that glorious betrayal the vital memories...
I keep holding onto your daisies,
even though I should have planted...