Odd, confused and blo*dy weird. But we all are...so its ok!!! |
The whispery cold night I am,
listening to the trees being torn, the wind is...
Feel the cold water of my soul,
tickle, turn and tease...
'What right do I have...
To be angry? To hate...
Both day and night,
you came to hurt me...
What would it be like,
to be all powerful...