Post by jedi4jesus on Nov 5, 2003 0:37:17 GMT -5
feeling that of which are tattered,
dreams on the floor, falling and scattered,
what i may be,
what will become of me?
holes in the sky,
without beauty, without a trace of firefly,
the cold of winter,
finger bleeding within the splinter,
wut i see in the darkness,
pale in the midst of waning tenderness,
the moon set on the treading depression,
in which i cant find my repricution,
where is my hope,
im standing on a downward slope,
come my dear father,
how much do i go farther.
dreams on the floor, falling and scattered,
what i may be,
what will become of me?
holes in the sky,
without beauty, without a trace of firefly,
the cold of winter,
finger bleeding within the splinter,
wut i see in the darkness,
pale in the midst of waning tenderness,
the moon set on the treading depression,
in which i cant find my repricution,
where is my hope,
im standing on a downward slope,
come my dear father,
how much do i go farther.
