segunda-feira, 5 de abril de 2010

Esmola.

everything i've done and everything i've gained it all means nothing, a mere breath has passed away, sadness i embrace left with empty promises, i look at myself and see the scars that are brought to me by this life then i ask myself, shit, is that all this world has to give? the chase is over and i'm finished stripped of every reason i cry out to you.

from my knees i scream.