I am alone in this world... |
My love,
Your voice is as sweet as milk and honey...
In a grove Near a Stream,
Where the sun hits as it shimmers and gleams...
The sweet smell of autumn leaves.
the dawn is young on harvest eve...
The still, flowing pond hidden in Shadows
No one speaks, It's quiet, like its soft spring...
I am the 7th of the 8th.
I was created in the 20...
In the end,
We all descend...
Maybe life isn't all we make it seem. maybe we are just living in a dream... |
"Suicide is just the last cry For help that can't be answered..." |
"And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor, |