• Every where people are talking
    About my misserable past
    Times i wish i could forget
    It won't go away; i cannot

    I cry when it talks
    I tremble when it walks
    I withdraw when it creeps
    I freeze when it attacks

    My past haunts me as i live
    It amplifies my saddness
    It weakens my pride
    It shatters my heart

    The darkness asorbes my body
    Soon will reach my soul
    People watch to see the pain
    The last squirm before the death