the paint is melting off the walls the screaming is heard down the halls we can feast on the meaning we will spit bones then til not chew you were the truth saving the light cant be ignorant stop the obliviouse trying to come home safly vigorously, life well pay the price were fighting were lying find me hidden in the pool of mercy the black rain will sufficate the gentle reed take this, freedom is of a neglect irashinal, complications murder the unborn surfface i never look back flashing the posibilitys...
"The soul which has no fixed purpose in life is lost; to be everywhere, is to be nowhere." -Michel de Montaigne
hazelfrost · Wed May 14, 2008 @ 07:23am · 0 Comments |