Have you ever gotten to the point in your life...
Coming is the end of my days,
but i'm still searching for my way...
For years
You've lied to me...
When your heart beats a hundred and ten
And you know not when it stops...
Hunted night to the day
A word, a whisper, a phrase to say...
Trust not tomorrow's whisper
Though the tree fondly become a little crisper...
Shared, that's what I am
The shared daughter of the damned...
Taking a knife
Looking at the blade...
Life is like a flower, 15 white scented petals...
i hold my breath and count, 1..2..3..4.., i pick...
I Miss you
i miss you much...
Tired-beaten and deeply scarred
why does this life have to be so hard...
I see myself. But is it really me?
I cannot tell if III am what I see...