18 August 2012
The bite of the cold, whispery air. The burn and scold of the hateful stare. My head turned up in a silent prayer. Stop dead, this is who I am.
Living in a world, unjust, unfair. Lost, broken people who just don't care. Shattered souls, who wouldn't dare. No dread, this is who I am.
Desperately drowning, too much to bear. Lost in the worlds sick twisted lair. Clinging to hope, to easy to scare. Instead,this is who I am.
Instead, this is who I am.
World Oblivious. • Opuss № I