jim555

It isn't the same when there are tears down my cheek a gentle rain that falls with the gentle beat of a hammer inside my brain A hope that lulls itself to sleep at night while I stay awake and cry... Shunned by a world that doesn't know me, a world that doesn't care to know what it already knows One tale in a sea This is then end to which all others have gone before me and I have only begun to die, each passing second echoing inside of me until I feel I MUST go mad only for each second to pass and a new torment to take it's place Listen to this tale, my friends and enemies, and you will see that your hands shine bright in the face of my to