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by Sonny Apr 11, 2006 category : Sadness, depression / about death
In this land I made for myself, I make it worth the while I cry and scream in the land I've built for myself to escape everything In my dreams I use the blade for self disapline I watch as I make my dreams come into reality I wake up to alarm clocks ringing all mourning long and can't turn them off I watch as I disappear into the whiteness of the walls I listen as they come to me ad take me away Knowing that I'll be there forever more Never knowing how to escape my own reality that I've made I wanted to just be helped but no one would help me Im still here waiting for some one to save me I cry myself and scream through my all of my dreams I'll run to you when you come and find me I'll stay in my corner hoping they don't find me In the fields of paper flowers is where I go for you I call out your name and hope you'll wake me from this dream I can't find my way out of my own dream