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by kristen Mar 15, 2004 category : Sadness, depression / about death
Walking down the crooked road that seems to hold my fate time is ticking slowly, I'm afraid it is too late my steps are getting heavy my vision getting blurred my body feels so weak now and my words, they are so slurred what did i do to deserve this everlasting pain this itch inside my broken soul its driving me insane the path holds no resistance against my pleading breath instead new turns and rocky twists procrastinate my death i wish time would move faster so i could soon be free but time it feels so slow now as if fate was mocking me my cries hang in the murky air and stain my trembling lips my heart is being broken i can almost feel it rip so please god, press fast forward as you watch me inching near my footsteps getting lighter my mind, is free of fear i close my tired eyes now as i walk through heaven's gates that crooked road was full of strife yet it lead to my sweet fate.