-=x=-
the blast the impact
the dread makes you retract
back into your shell of falsifications
and this apathy is eating me alive
how the ******** am i to survive?
all alone-e?
all on my own-n?
theres nothing left for me...
nothing left to see
No one left to be
one step back for me
One step less for me...
the airs so cold here
to cold for me here
the suns died down
and the flowers died out
the ground still wet from the tidal wave
the mud still piled on the freshly dug graves
And nothings left here at all
nothings left here at all
=unfinished=
posted:[07 Jun 2003|02:04am]
