My hand trembles with fear, what have I done?
I look out the window to see the dim moonlight,
I collapse and fall down, I am awaiting the sun
nothing like this should've happened from a normal fight...
I drop the knife and look at my hand
it's stained by innocent blood,
I try to get up but I just cannot stand
I change my clothes slowly and realize its a flood.
It was a flood of voices,
I choke on my tears from the guilt
no more turning back, no more choices,
my passage to hell has already been built....
Phail! T.t
Theres too much of a gap between the rhyming words T.T so by the time you get to them it feels like it makes no sense >.>
Last edited by Loveless; 09-28-2008 at 09:06 PM..
Reason: Use the edit button no double/triple posting.
|