I'm still scared to death of living, I'm terrified of knowing nothing will stay the same, things will constantly change There is no safe place There is no home No place can satisify My desiar to life, My desiar to change But in doing so, staying the same I'm scared of forever, of getting bored, and having the fear of moving on.
the things we do not speak of the truths behind our lies and the reality hidden from our eyes are we the living souls that last are we the emotionless drones that have no morrow to suck out of life spirits that wander tasting whats left of delight