Questionable actions placed forth by demanding insecuritiesFrom a simple gesture that remains unseenHopefulRejuvinatedFor which you had made meNights ..
What is stirring within those careless clouds?Only one can imagineThe symphany that sing the song of fearHelp! what else is there to hear?Drowned only..
I fall too easily for the newly fallenThe fallen that had fell the same way I haveDrifting through the streets of life,lost without any hope of findin..
Eighteen is a cancer, beyond a simple numberIt is waste, waste that piles up below until you fall to your deathWasted hopes, wasted dreams, filled wit..