your past
eats away
at
our
future

Experience holds the loudest voice
as hope remains in silence.

Experience holds the loudest voice..while thoughts remain in silence.

Do you still seek the black and white in these pages? Do you? Tell me...........do you?

I look through windows, while you sit there trying to look you through a mirror.

Shadows are your past that never seem to let go of casting a dark image of what you truly are.

Silence, as the clock turns,watch as this candle of hope burns.

Then oneday, the angels came to notice i had no interest in heaven, and everything seemed to vanish.

You are made of glass, i cannot replace what i have broken, i will only get cut the more i want to get close to you.Iam not made of glass, Iam replaceable. Iam not made of glass.............Iam fucking replaceable.

Her tortured skin wrinkles at times clench as hope closes its once open eyes.The story is at its end yet they leave the book open.