Trapped inside my own head With nothing but my dreams to comfort me I know the pain of the madman for he lives inside of me I’ve felt the strength of my demons and others And my weakness of self-preservation And hope…..hope Hey, parents do you know where your children are tongiht? Are they locked… Continue reading Dreams…
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Venting: Epilogue
And this is what I’ve gone and done now. I’ve registered with a Gothic website. Lord knows how this will turn out. I don’t know, I guess I’m just looking for my own people. I can’t count myself among Muslims, though, should my Lord beckon, my sword and my life are at His service.
am i so…
No longer care, No longer share, No one to lie for, and no one to yell on, No pride to die for, No bride, there for alone… I am alone.