Tuesday, March 03, 2009

Mouth dry, emotion run cold
tryN to get a grip
on what's right.
Its an un-named force
which stairs you
A down apath
you cannot excape
for reasons you cant express
when you're sober.
Dont wanta deal with
the lord of flies
You know the end
result is death
but what can you do
when every day
you feel alone
lookN for love
GetN shot down
So you say
Not that!
Not me !
Not me ever again!
TryN hard
to find love
Its all in my head
these wordz of mine
which never forsake me
always consol me
And never goes away.
They say its lonly
at the top
WHAT DIFFERENCE
DOES IT MAKE
IF YOU STARTED
OFF ALONE
I'M ALONE

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The path to evil may bring great power, but not loyalty.