Open entry, wounds not yet closed
Blood running on the floor staining the carpet...
Here I lay in my bed, with another tear left to...
I always feel rather down, you wouldn't know...
Broken pieces of a shattered glass frame come to...
The flashback came with bits of pictures making me...
Lost in my thoughts of utmost tranquility,
I come under loads of emotional crises...
I do not know the me i see. Buzzled by image my...
All I've said
Is that I've falling with the dead...
The darkness is my light
It gives me the will to Fight...
Lonely is the heart today
Drifting away in the slow breeze...
In yet his eyes follow me along
and his hand as cold and bitter...
Despair among the midst
beyond there we hide...
I hear voices.
Voices in my head...
It was such a very tough time.
I didn't want to admit defeat...