I'm falling asleep.
I'll never know what it feels like to be alive,
With my eyes open wide.
Be my pillow. Please let me rest my head.
My thoughts will slowly die.
I WISH I WAS A STORY,
BLANK PAGES IN MYSELF SO YOU COULD WRITE MY ENDING.
Happily ever after as it's told.
But when will it be my time?
It seems that my mind is an ever growing tree
Sprouting more branches that only take more life.
There's only so much fight left in me.. . .
SANCTUARY.
I'M SICK OF ALL THESE LIAR'S
BULLSHIT STORIES.
JUST LIGHT MY THOUGHTS WITH KEROSENE.
IF YOU'RE NOT HERE THEN THERE'S NO HOME FOR ME.
THERE IS NO HOME FOR ME.
