Oct 2014
Walking through the alleys, its dark and wet.
Words they spoke of me, ill never forget.
Hard drops of water, like the feeling of slaughter.
I hope you never become like me, my son or daughter.
As I cross the street, I remember our eyes used to meet.
They used to keep me sane. but now *nothing can, not even the rain.
Words they spoke of me, ill never forget.
Hard drops of water, like the feeling of slaughter.
I hope you never become like me, my son or daughter.
As I cross the street, I remember our eyes used to meet.
They used to keep me sane. but now *nothing can, not even the rain.
its raining outside, so I guess that's where this came from. Also, it's 6:00 in the morning so whatever.
