do the months change? do the years pass? it's felt like the same day for the whole of my life. I've had one of those dream again where all I can see
This is where the dream ends where the soul of every man and woman is broken where you carry your crippled children in hope of salvation and lay them
it was such a dark static moment when we met. nothing felt right, maybe thats why I went so far, too far, beyond sorrow, pain or lust. the empty silences
You are a sickly child Without the strength To meet the weight of this world Where did we go wrong? how did we go wrong? What shall the solution be?it
