When I was young you used to say
"You can have anything if you try"...
I stand at the edge of my world
And I keep looking out, now...
Fabricated truths
seep beneath the rubble...
I search but cannot find you
touch the darkness to feel you...
In this abyss,
constantly sinking...
Look in the mirror
what do I see...
All my gray
and all my blue...
Nothing or no one effects me except for you.
That's why everything you say or do...
Standing on the line I've drawn
between my weak heart and your strong...
To wish for and end
but not for death...
How would you react
if i left; never came back...
Tangible feelings rush through my skin; so visible
Standing in venom. Physical pain is better than...