charade
Who we are, who we are slaves of lust for eternity We long for exsistance to be known this turning us into mindless drown We ware a mask to hide our face All in hopes that we will; find our place Who we are and what we think casts us into a wor...
poem of years long ago
day after day in endless repeat i walk and live with no reson of my exsistance im sick of this walk im sick of this place im sick of every one telling me it will be okay im sick of going to bed alone knowing that i will never be in the arms of a lover...