-=Pulling up the roots=-

hate for a creator hate for it all wish to die hope to fall
Pain remorse regret and fear
your problems are all i ever hear
I'm sick of it all
I'll pull up the roots
i'll cut all my ties
i'll run away
and close my eyes
i'll go away
to keep my self sane another day
i'm crying
Your dieing
were all going away
just let me run away
I'm Running
Running away
A dieing hero
a forgotten idol
No reasons to live
no urge for survival
nothing to strive for
memories fading
Mind is dull
My entire world falls to the null
My life on edge
I stand on the ledge
staring down
the laughing clown below
daring me temping me
so i let it go
with one final breath
and one quick leap
to end it all
just a bloodied heap a man gone crazy
in a world gone wrong
I couldnt help it it went on to long.

eNd

© -=SH4D3NH4ND=- 2006