Tuesday, March 15, 2005
The walls echo a painful sigh, A beautiful smile, A somber lie.
A shadowed beat, Of a creaking heart, The foliage of a being disfigured and scared.
By a truth that never seemed, Too well enough to wish, Wishing for a moment that life will be like this.
Pray for hope, For life for me, Pray a little prayer to live eternally.
Cashvin. 3/15/2005 02:30:00 PM
my comatose
its far too much for me.
scream.CashvinChristopher
20's not all that bad : finds solitude in the guitar. singing my lungs out. senseless expressive poetry. making a fool of myself. :)
