In My Thoughts
The sky seems lower than..
where i rest, my footsteps.
If i fall ill take flight and glide into hells eye..
Mesmorized at how many times the flesh must die..
When i cry, for lost lives, i ride the ripples of sins pride..
The door to the shore im knocking on- wont let me in.
Win to win
lose to win
Coming is leaving, and going... is just getting there..
Alone- i am a pair
Soley.. we are all
All of us.. are none.