Czwartek 15 Paź 2009, 20:09
Waking hours pass by slowly and I'm not ready for today. I'm only close to you in my dreams now, so in this bed is where I'd rather stay. And the emptiness grips at my heart, I couldn't be any more alone, whispering hopeless incantations, cold, so despretly alone. I found her in the bedroom where she wrapped my hope in bloodstained sheets, bound it in electrical tape, but somehow my heart continues to beat. Now I only continue breathing so I might die for her again, and our love is just a whisper, and sorrow continues to be my…