Its just another empty night, laying here in the dark; its just the same old wretched fight, alone with a broken heart. The tears are so cold and dry, like sand upon my cheek; my strength wains with every moment, my body worn and weak. Reality is like a venom, coursing its way thru my veins, so I recluse myself into this darkness, to try and sleep away the pain. sleep is only a temporary escape, theres no escaping how I feel, so here I lay broken, with nothing but time to kill.
Posted on: Tue, 22 Jul 2014 11:00:15 +0000
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