Where are we going?
Alone in this world, with nowhere to turn.
Nobody to run to, and nobody to trust.
A perversion of the Truth.
Fallacies of life no longer fall on deaf ears.
Worthwhile ramblings are shunned,
and now.....silence./
Engulfed if flames,
but never burn.
Encased in Ice,
but cannot freeze.
Lost in burden.
Cut the strings.
Burn the bridges.
My disease./
Handcuffs.
Shackels on the hands of a priest.
Drawn into darkness,
by the will of a higher power./
Engulfed in flames,
but never burn.
Encased in Ice,
but never freeze.
Lost in Burden.
Cut the Strings.
Burn the bridges.
My disease./ |
Submission Name: My Disease
