A whisper of darkness
engulfed in this wave of emotion...
Dreams are fading
with the night...
I take off my clothes
and tuck inside my bed...
Murder I Wrote
A Murder SHE wrote...
We are just but puppets to Life.
To play with us as it pleases...
The midnight light has darkened now
In the shadows where I can hide...
Empty hands are not closed anymore.
...They enclose my ears...
They are all blind inside their own mind
Knowing its wrong, still remaining strong...
You broke my heart,
I loved you but you used me...
I feel isolated
no pain no fears...
I live inside my own dreams,
where things are never what they seem...
If I brought you to this place...you wouldn't last...
This place is no dream vacation...its some place...