I’m tied to a stone
And I’m getting dragged behind...

Im in no need of another organism,
Im in no need of anything but my own hands...

Looking out into the silent world,
No sound present to my ears...

So sure, like my mama said,
When i'm 15 I will surly be dead...

A lover’s hand I held so close to mine,
In darkened days – a small light I do find...

Hatred it all I really feel.
Pain inside my inner shell...

Taking amendment
Addictive are your lips...

[intro - verse 1]
The path below my weathering feet is rough and...

A single breath you blow it out, the flame of hate...
Not living a lie because I’m dead… in...

Why do I feel so empty?
Why do I just sit somewhere and stare...

Alcoholic, diabetic to the salt on my lips
The snow infect my every vein, a dark complex...

*This poem is for Will, a mate of mine that got...
So they real think were low...