Freezing cold Under a blanket of lies "I'll do better" But I never do "I'll be truly happy." But I'm not
A constant wind on my back Chilling as Death's hand at my throat A dark shroud has fallen Across my blank gray eyes My heart hardened past healing Faking love an life Everyday I 'live'
The pain opresses My breathing My thoughts The scream goes unoticed by any
Home is a prison From which there is no escape Love is a myth I know what it will take Once lost
A cold wind Never leaves It steals my breath Makes me bleed I want to escape The great, icy storm But how How!? This cold wind never leaves.
Post_Nuclear_Punk · Sat Sep 27, 2008 @ 03:51am · 0 Comments |