

too latePain shoots up my spine All around beeps and dings One last push Tears fill my eyes Do you have the strength? You ask at my side Pain taking over me Do I have the strength ? To bring this fragile life Into todays cruel world To teach it the ways To live a life as we havetoo late


Questions of a Separated HeartIs it possible To look into anothers eyesQuestions of a Separated Heart
And see your own future Starring back at you And from that moment on All the people in the world Could not fill the hole
Created for only you to fill
Why do I freely give them
My lost heart
When only you have found it
Can you give your heart to another
When one already possesses it If it is not my heart I give freely What is it I give Can I really love them When even my soul cries Cries for only you The one that haunts my thoughts How is it In all of lifes crowds &


Days to ComeGo ahead, string me along Play your little games Your day will come Oh yes, your day will comeDays to Come
Grab my thoughts by the throat Mold them as you wish Sculpt me to your liking I will play your little game I will be your puppet
I slumber in my darkness Letting them take it over For my day will come To surprise even my creator
Ο πατέρας που θα
είστε υπερήφανοι η
ημέ&


Listen to What We SayStaring into your own eyes now Pulse dropping away Your darkness now approachingListen to What We Say
How did it get this bad Your life spiraling down
All control taken away How far is the bottom this time Have you hit or far past it Down deep within Where no help can come Do you have the strength To pick us all up again But who do you have to reach out to They all left us Even the one that we created
Oh look at us now Is this what you wanted To push all loves away For us to die Or is this your cry Cry for the only help you need &
How are you?
Thank you very much for the
I really appreciate it. Thanks!
I've got a bunch of new shots up.
I'd love for you to check them out
Have a great day!
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"Free Your Mind"
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le mo ghra'sa mise agus liomsa mo
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Amidst the mists and coldest frosts, with stoutest wrists and loudest boasts. He thrusts his fists against the post and still insists he sees a ghost.
That place where you can't go.........
is were i'de like to be.
!atheists god is not here...
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everyman, i will go with thee and be thy guide, in thy most need to go by thy side
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