That was then, but it`s gone now!
The year two thousand is with us...
Wear your crown of thorns forever
or wear them for a day...
I have a poem for you, little man,
don't be scared of the boogie man...
These four walls keep me here
They keep me alone with my fear...
Do you lead a life or merely exist?
When you look into the mirror of...
I wait in a corner of everywhere,
To wrinkle your face, and grey your hair...
A locked door,
a rusty razor...
Beautiful Pain searing inside me
right where you stabbed me...
Dark of the night
wind of the storm...
Staring through darkness or lightness, wondering...
have no place but a deep dark little hole...
Each stanza thingy is to someone different haha...
Don't Look Now...
Just don't look at me...