I see the light at the end of the tunnel
So I wont give up just yet...
Words
drip...
Sitting on the outside,
Always looking in...
If it wasn't for four nails placed in our one...
Would us so called Christians, stop to change our...
Sitting, listening, watching still,
Movements caressing daylights will...
Somehow I think this is the end
Coughing up blood in the morning...
It's not that I don't want to because, god, I...
It's not that I'm not ready; because I'm as ready...
This is my tiny prayer,
and maybe I'm doing it wrong...
They know how hard it is
Life and it's challenges...
Between life and death
exist a fog of souls...
I find no comfort in pleasure or pain.
What I lack in life, I cannot make up in dreams...
Another accident
another death...