Days gone by and I'm waiting. Waiting for good things to come. Hoping my nightmares turn to dreams. Crying because I'm all alone. I build a humble shell around me. To protect me from the cold. On the inside I'm still shivering. There's no more warmth to hold me close. Why do I still hold on. I guess, I feel the need to torment myself again. Every stale breath I take, is the only reminder that I'm still here. I need to escape the past, before I'm left injured and alone. I fall to the ground cursing my life. I still can't help, but worry. Worry about my friends, and how we are being driven apart.
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