I’m losing myself within this pit I’m right down at the end the end of my wit It drives me insane this blank space between The light and the dark the absence of green Can I get out how can I escape This feeling of peril as nine turns to eight The days I have left they seem to grow short The end is near without last resort So wait if I must I’ll just have to sit Right here at the end the end of this pit.
TheCrossedNova · Sat Jun 21, 2008 @ 07:57am · 0 Comments |