by darxtar Oct 17, 2006
category :
Sadness, depression /
grieving, loss
End the pain from this game, it's insane, all the rain from the eyes that we cry to disguise all the lies that I feel when it's real 'cause he steals the ideal that the trust is but lust and I must have disgust and I fall from it all and I crawl to the wall and I sit against it for a bit, have a fit, and I scream "it's a dream, too extreme as it seems, make it end I am spent" can't pretend to defend all the hate as I wait for my fate in this state...finish me. |