"All that we are is the result of what we...
-Buddha...
She picks up the pen in her trembling hand
And she writes for as long as her body can stand...
Many sleepless nights ago
I dreamt of a cabin covered in snow...
The night betrays the day as you betray the dead.
You continue on living with a bullet in your head...
Hello my sweet misery
The Phantom thats floating over me...
Death is here
No need to fear...
Down into the pits of hellish pain
We find our spirits falling...
Languid lament becomes all that we know,
Or could this be a reason to fight back...
Overprotected
oh...
They sat in the darkness, laughter and joy,
A family together, a plan to destroy...
*** i wrote this after liberating many Iraqi...
Scourged and beaten under thumb...
She always heard the train pass
at a quarter to twelve on Sunday nights...