2 March 2012
The depth of this regret and despair is deeper then the pits of the doomed
It boils up causing great tragedy spilling over onto the innocent
There screams are my melody there blood makes whole
The slightest bit of hope is in ones hands the fear of losing whats left causes the soul to clench harder unknowingly causing to much pain, crushing all that is left, my life in the hands of a hidden face, one that is to weak to love but to strong to walk away... Bound by this lust tortured by distrust, all thats left is a scaring goodbye....
My Integrity • Opuss № I