I am a blind follower.
Asking WHY?
Begging through cry.

Can't you see my sorrow
through my pale skin,
as my mind leeks out of my see blue eyes?

I am at the crossroad
haunting my voice through deep foggy forests.

Don't be just another passenger
who misspells my agony.
Hold my hand.
Help me forgive myself.

(Hey you!)
Hold my hand.

….Hold my hand.