These are questions to myself to try and understand who i am. You can use them for yourself or even answer them, the choice is yours.
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
They call her the barefoot princess A princess that despises her royal gown No shoes and
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize