by Lilith Nov 15, 2005
category :
Sadness, depression /
about depression
My dead eyes see blood red skies, my blackened heart knows only lies. My soul is cold, yes i have been told. I live in the dark, alls you can hear is my silent bark. When people come near, they always run in fear. It is so quiet you can hear my tears, hit the ground. It is such a sad, sad sound. Dont try to be my friend, because it is almost the end. |