In a torn branch that was withered in the wind
A silence errodes its beckoning call...
So, she walks down her ile.
touching herself, thinking about him...
He asked is it over?
n I had no answer...
If you like me,
Which I dont believe you do...
As I gaze into the moons eye its soul pulls me...
A path I needed to venture before but pride would...
You moved on, I never lost sight of you.
You erased me, I have your face burned and carved...
They drink because
they think it heals the pain...
Clutters of sadness block the doorway to my soul...
Placed dreams upon a star
Spreading chaos wide and far...
Dreams born from fear, sadness, and despair
are not the kind most of us like to share...
The darkness overcomes me,
it takes away my soul...
My nerves cringe
red flows down my face...