in my darkest our there was no one there in the brightest night i feel pain that i can not feel and i reach out but i reach with lack of care and with empathy im dead why did i die so easily in this night who can i breath when there is no reason for me to see what becomes of me. i live for others as an amusement as a thing not to be i will never live for myself again if i ever did.
Twilight Of The Dawn · Wed Nov 30, 2005 @ 02:37am · 0 Comments |