22 April 2012
The days come by and by, As I wait in the darkness of sorrow, Nothing I have done to try Has changed the way I'm used to know .
How odd it is to find a page, That change colors as I turn. No matter how I relieve the rage It seems that I'm to burn.
A glimpse of reality's what I need To find the path to know. A little prick can make me bleed That drop will surely make me grow.
Reality • Opuss № I