Just two strangers
Stranded in the dead of night...
We are memory's preserved and not forgot
We become ghosts or spirit hosts...
I'm sick of being told its gonna be okay
because I know it won't...
She expected me to never forget her,
I realize I never will...
Death has the power
to decide for your life...
Im not dead because i hear the birds,
the songs that rocks my soul and sing about peace...
Wispered breaths from dry,
grey tongues...
Here I am
all alone in this world...
I slice once more
as more blood falls...
In the darkness of night
Only movement the wind...
He was a beautiful boy,
so young and vibrant...
Drowning
i am drowning...