The cradle of a budding utopia
Remaining signs of life are twisted...
We are just teens but we were trained from 2 to...
Four colors me and my brothers ware, Red, Blue...
She was laying there peacefully, deep in her...
mumbled "speak to me", so i said...
I truly hate my life
what a godforsaken mess...
Angry am I,
And all that it implies...
Tear-stained memories won't die,
Pain is thicker than the air...
Echoing screams vibrate the floor,
A quivering hand reveals an eye...
I was once a prisoner enslaved by my own lies,
trying to stay positive but every dream I've known...
I saw him....
i liked him...
Lurking in haze filled shadows
Waiting to plague your sleep...
I am a guardian angel to some,
What they all wish to become...
The forest blurring past.
The crunching of the leaves as I run ever...