bloodstream – Darkness

Under The Shallow

Only the midnight time calls for my patience to grow I’m growing thin in my skin again as the light shows Though life is a treasure But where is the treasure measured for this pleasure? Forgive me, for I’ve fallen down to my knees Not of repentance but of love Love lost in my bloodstream.… Continue reading Under The Shallow

Life

I need something or someone to be there for me. Everyone hates me, not a big secret. But I hate them all too. I can’t stand their repulsive exitence close to me. None understand how I feel it. None understand that I hate them infinitively times two.