A Feeble Life It constantly drips, tormenting me in the night I wonder if it will be me next, I live in fright
Tag: forgiveness
Llorando, no es facile
You entered through my door With a grin on your face Brought with you the means to make me sore How could I expect our fate
Bandages and Blood
Wrapped up tightly in bandages and blood The cuts run deeper and deeper
Pale Skin
Pale Skin:
A Question of Divinity
I become an original creation Adopting the form of the divine I loose the bonds of conformity
cutting away the pain
when the pain is to much to bare when everything is plain, cold and tired everything is wrong never right why couldn’t i have changed my mind that night