My chest feels like breaking: My eyes cry a river. My skin pleades for release from the storm deep inside me
As I lay down in bed And let the dark sureound me; I look up above to the empty space, I see the reflection of my empty maze
Clear or red, I don't want more rivers. Black or white, I just want the truth. Please release me, From my endless sorrow. I cant breath With my chest so hollow
The eptiness claws my insides. It's hungry for something, but I don't know what...