The chaos of the world has drown me.
My hopes.
My values.
My dreams.
And I can only ponder the thought of what could have been.
What I could of been.
The blanket of night brings back the illustrations of my past.
Who I was.
Why did I hate her so much?

Now I envy to be her.

If I were to be a believer
I would believe not only in god
But in the devil
And believe me when I say,
I would choose the latter.
Pray, that I do not believe.

A life we live that chose us
People that breaks in with none to give
A heart that beats and stops thus
Control is a myth to make life barable to live

Try to say what you think
And make it ryme with what you feel
From the depth of what seems thik
To all the hearts that only sees what's seen

A tag of war and reciprocal sways
My heart and head floating questions stains
Innocent, will it be the clouds that rains
Or hell ,will it be the future days

A soul is the only item to bribe time
Death is the solonel freind of fate
Life is a fortune worth only a dime
And the only beaable with a final date