here is what you will see...this place...is a place that you will seek...a place that you will find...a place that was found...but consumed of the blind...this is what i think of you...-what? this is a weird poem...i know just made at this moment within one minute! so proud haha-alberto
Fear has penetraded inside...and i am losing control...each step i take brings me closer to the egde...each time i breath it feels like i have lost somthing. Its like...each time we talk i keep losing somthing...is it what i felt? or is it that i am afraid of feeling? stones on my chest breaking my will...the words of my thought breaks my soul...each time i think...i become lesser...i become the defeated...I am the greatest threat tomyself i know..but the thing is...its a raging battle over you...to hold what i fear the most...breaking...-under pressure-alberto
