A single breath a single wisp Within it lies the things I miss My life is filled with certain sorrow Even on the coming morrow But worry not I will go on Until the world is all but gone It will rain and it will hail Inside my mind the strongest jail Trapped inside the growing night No safety from my growing plight So say goodbye to our friend His time has come it is the end
TheCrossedNova · Mon Aug 25, 2008 @ 11:47pm · 0 Comments |