untitaled
Posted: Sat Sep 08, 2012 6:27 pm
living at the steps of my grave
never seeing past the haze
when will there be times of rest
where i hide my broken eyes
never to see never to breath
what to me said silence had laid to rest
raped by a past of razors and ice
closed my eyes in the night everlasting
may i never see the day of what is real or fake
never seeing past the haze
when will there be times of rest
where i hide my broken eyes
never to see never to breath
what to me said silence had laid to rest
raped by a past of razors and ice
closed my eyes in the night everlasting
may i never see the day of what is real or fake