Friday, June 11, 2010

cold. quiet. dark. and pitch black.
a heart made from coal shatters into pieces. never to be repaired again.
will the light ever shine my way?

cold. quiet. dark. and pitch black.
raspy voices scream out in agony. terrifed of what they have done.
will they ever see the light?

cold. quiet.dark.and pitch black.
tears have run out, and anger fills da places that used to over flow with love.
will she ever see the light?