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| Grinding Dust
The words are choking me I can�t escape the images haunting my waking hours in my dreams, too, I see feel, the cries for help, the flowing thick blood�all to soon� but still so far away All I want to do is run My feet are stuck to the ground Dry and cracked, like the skin No moisture within� Say what you must� I could careless about what you say I�d like to tell the world to f�off No ears are listening even as I scream Am I dreaming, is this real It�s played in my mind before But still I�ve never seen it until today My mind is slipping I feel less focused The grip is too strong for me to fight The words are killing me But none of you care I hope you die alone� like I must� This place is a living hell� I�m glad I�m gone. |
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