Monday 23 February 2009

Ice cold breath of Death .

A stab of panic through my chest
I forget the reasons i need to breath
And i focus on one i forget all the rest
I'm being chased by death.

Say that im paranoid when i say
It's waiting for me behind the door
I'm taking my life day by day
But begining to wonder what the hell its for.

The icy breath flows down my nape
The shivers rumpture along my spine
cant whats trapping my mouth like tape
What to scream to keep whats mine.

Take me, or leave me just not inbetween
I'm living a life without any mean
In limbo im waiting for my sentence
Please hurry leave me without my senses.

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