Between the barened streets I am lost.
Lost in the memories of you and me.
The plesurable moments of long nights spent-the long life together that should of never started.
The angish that would become.
The holes in the walls created,
each one representing the emptiness in me,
and what I have become,
In result of your being of existance.
I am here now drenched and lying,dying,screaming for your end. |
Submission Name: Together-Not
