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by shenoa Jan 27, 2005 category : Sadness, depression / lost relationships
The voices never seem to stop where is it all coming from? whispers echo through my ears as i turned to run. i stop dead in my tracks as my name traveled on the wind i turned to face the man, who had committed so many sins i reached to touch his face it was too good to be true but as my fingers stretched toward him they reached all the way through. his ashes spread over me blinding me with pain i fall to my knees screaming. clutching to his memories in vain. on my arms, the nails sink in the blood peaks from the creases i tremble from head to toe with each sob my body releases the voices are here again i can feel you all stare "Don't look at me anymore! you never really cared!" i turned and ran as fast as i could away from you all this world is fading into black into his grave i fall the only thing left of who i was is a simple rose i placed on his grave i cant bare to live in this world without the love that he once gave