Everyones fighting
And I'm here writing...
My shadow is like a friend,
which clings itself to my existence...
The spiraling darkness
is impossible to harness...
My Dream
by Inna...
Knock knock,
Hello...
The world is black and white
There is a heaven and a hell...
And so the saying goes,
'I've been hurt so no longer will I feel...
You said by embracing you,
to the degree of suffocation...
Everyone wears a mask,
A pasted smile on their face...
I look inside the meror
and see an unformilior face...
Everyday, I wake up and fail, however, I pass...
picturing life a wise mother raising strictly her...
I can see the blood in my mind and feel the blade...
This memory haunts me always calling me back for...