DEDICATED TO GREGORY NEGO
Another Tragic Accident...
The end is so near
But always so far...
I see nothing,
no pain no joy...
Flag on the half way
Blue and white...
Two gun shots
To the head...
SLOW DANCE...
A haze, a fog, or reality's dream
When nothing's quite like what it seems...
Chained to self, and to the past
Dont untie me or I wont last...
Lying alone in this room
locked in with my fears...
As time trickles down the river
memories fight the currant's force...
The blood was dripping from the ceiling
splattered all over...
An existence so shallow that i start to fade
The reaper is creeping his debt will be paid...