The blade is hiding behind the pain
the pain is hiding behind the mask...
My grannma,
she died when i was 4...
I just pick up a pen, and write what I can.
I want to just let it happen, I dont want to have...
I am falling
Into the depths of sorrow...
I give you this one thought to keep
i am with you still- i do not sleep...
In pools of tears
i watch her drown...
I remember the days
When our love has bloom...
Ok. So I myself did not write this, my girlfriend...
Forgotten promises lie lost...
Forgive us lord for this silent tear
While we wish our Lissie was here...
Death is a horrible experience
It comes out of no where...
A story untold by simple matter.
One of hurt and pain and corrupted flow...
Take a walk through the garden of life
Where you can see all of the roses...