A dreamers {Life}
Nothing yet {Fulfilled...

The pain of one action
or lack thereof.. can cause the most surefooted to...

The final words of a mortal man
Propped beside his paper night stand...

Sick transgression
a twisted obsessions...

The cold hearted misery that i was in before,
let alone, bleeding and crying on the floor...

A hand never held has no story to tell
those of compassion love...

I write to try to make it all alright.
To bring dark to the light...

We all at one point meet someone
Who comes into our lives...

The question is
At what point does holding on something thats gone...

Are you like me..
like the rest of soceity...

Im trying to understand
ThWhetherason why you hoit d my hand...

Fire behind Grey eyes, never known..
sometimes this monster consumes me all to his own...