What it seems,
an idea i do not yet understand,
cant see the forest,
for those damn trees,
i wonder when life will slow down,
stop the drama,
make me whole again,
a thing i will never be.

What it seems,
it seems to be,
that every one is against,
little old me,
that time and your past,
means everything and nothing,
and you are your failures,
your regrets, that is ( Read more... )

Buried somewhere beneath the ground,
under grass, and clay and rock,
there is no sound, the screaming has died away,
down below, where the vampires sleep away their lives,
I could never break free, i could never move away,
they kept me prone, scared, vunerable, they kept me locked in their grasp,
they kept me in a cage, of lies and obligation,
a smirk on ( Read more... )