Lust soon turns to dust in its gust one does what he must
just is what is earned in moments of August's lost trust,
earnest women gains
still working on it
these days I wish that my heart can be cast away to the high seas to be carried by a wave that will return tomorrow empty handed, this day I sit and constantly pray will be not to long in coming because everyday I wake up I hear my heart breaking all over again, nothing can I finish and sleep is long in coming this person of pain is quite becoming IO want to be totally consumed by this wave of hate and rage that the devil has no more lies to tell me for the devil would have set itself within this place where my broken heart should be.
