Pain... Cold... Fear... Lost... Alone... Desolate... Grey... Suicide... Death... Gone... Hideous defunct creation, I am the monolith
Fail to see... Will not feel... Can't even remember how to... Feel...Pain... Want to touch... Nothing here... Gone... Nothing here...gone... Cannot
Where will i tomorrow be When no longer here No longer here... no more dreams... Slip away Here, the rain...so empty They are not here...not here anymore
[originally written by F.Chopin]
Reach for the cold - eyes stare dead - unspoken dreams. Absence of will - no joy in life - let me go. Guide me away - another path - another life. In
: Pain... Cold... Fear... Lost... Alone... Desolate... Grey... Suicide... Death... Gone... Hideous defunct creation, I am the monolith
