As I walk my path I at time must stop,still as death
thenit begins a small trickle,that becomes a mist as the memories fight and claw their way to the surface.The rain becomes a torrent wet so wet, but they have caused much damaged with their sharp claws and fangs,ripping and tearing their entrance to my heart..My body raw and ravaged m heart bleeding and the rain is coming in icy sheets
The memories of you have pushed pass the barriers that I built to contain them
the rain had become a tidal wave..Maybe if I just let the rain and blood engulf me Would the pain end there Could I …one day would Ijust allow my self to go under to breath in freedomallow my self to surrender to letting myself drown.. asyou take total control
As I walk my path I at time must stop,still as death
thenit begins a small trickle,that becomes a mist as the memories fight and claw their way to the surface.The rain becomes a torrent wet so wet, but they have caused much damaged with their sharp claws and fangs,ripping and tearing their entrance to my heart..My body raw and ravaged m heart bleeding and the rain is coming in icy sheets
The memories of you have pushed pass the barriers that I built to contain them
the rain had become a tidal wave..Maybe if I just let the rain and blood engulf me Would the pain end there Could I …one day would Ijust allow my self to go under to breath in freedomallow my self to surrender to letting myself drown.. asyou take total control