yet for all the balance i preach all the words i speak too help thouse few i hold close too my heart the few who i allow past the masks
for some reason i cant not help but wonder which one shall be the next too bleed me from these once healed wounds and yet again with in my heart think fondly of them
for some reason i cant not turst even those i love for this cold wall of frozen of blacken blood that freezes my touch as the waters of winter
as midas and his greed, the longing for harmth in my heart shall not go unpunished by my own stupidity
hellflame3000 · Fri Jan 14, 2005 @ 10:25pm · 0 Comments |