Through the concave of today,
May I see tomorrow.
For I am sick and tired of all the sorrow in my way.
Might I find the exit sign in time,
And leave this awful place behind.
Blood spills from my veins with
each step I take towards the place
that causes pain,
nevermore.
Jan 6, 2013
Jan 6, 2013 at 8:36 PM UTC
Through the concave of today,
May I see tomorrow.
For I am sick and tired of all the sorrow in my way.
Might I find the exit sign in time,
And leave this awful place behind.
Blood spills from my veins with
each step I take towards the place
that causes pain,
nevermore.
