All is still
All is silent
All is cold
All is dark
I watch the clock, wondering when it's time
Time for me to finally break free of this mold
I am a wax figurine
Unblinking
Unmoving
Unable to cry
Unable to feel good
All I feel is the cold touch of the world, and the knives in my back
All I feel is the hurt, the pain, the depression, the misory
I cannot touch
There is no one to be my crutch
I cannot hear the drops of blood fall
I cannot see it curtle in the cut
I cannot be
I cannot see
I am only a wax figurine
 Othello_ollehtO · Fri Jun 01, 2007 @ 12:50am · 1 Comments |
