The past is a thing you can't re-do.
if i could i would but it isn't possible.
nightmares of the past re-run in my mind.
sleeping off the pain but its unstoppable.
trust is mistaken power is pushed.
an overthrown queen kills her dreams.
no one to go to and lonelyness appears.
no one to help just the sound of your screams.
reoccuring acts of the past never forgotten.
just the pains bring us to today.
wishing i could have done the right thing.
wishing i could have turned the other way.
paper isn't enough to write my feelings.
my soul pours out on the floor .
screams of my discrace heard from afar.
wishing that i could walk through that door.
never understood by any one.
always made into a mochary.
wish i could do it all again.
go back and kill off the monarchy.
frightful nights alone and dark,
wishing i didn't have such a past.
nightmares of what happened in the park,
knowing this pain will forever last.
again... i see this horrid scene,
hoping and praying that its all my imagination.
i awake in a cell so cold and dark,
remembering now why i'm in isolation.
No light from the moon shines in tonight,
only the shadows of pain and fear.
the smell of dampness brings more depression,
as i sence my fears bigger and near.
Again.. i cry myself to sleep tonight,
wishing i was out with my friends.
out cruising around having fun and
not thinking about when this all ends.
BY: BOUNCY
