My soul is shattering,
of all the wicked thoughts...
The clouds roll in like a herd of wild horses.
Nothing to see but the curse of the sources...
Cry out
for help...
I hide inside myself for days and nights.
i block out all life and light...
Crimson Wings
Are well beloved...
Voices
whispering...
I don't know what to right about
there are so many things going through my head...
Somewhere, past the shades of time
Theres a place where everything rhymes...
Let us live on
Let us survive...
My happy days have gone away.
i feel so alone every single day...
Losing control can it be a good thing or could it...
Many reasons to loose control all tempting you to...
I am lost in a puddle of rain
taking to much pressure to my brain...