• ApOkAlYpTiC DrEaMs

    the rain is black
    like a blood hurricane
    i cant beleive this constant lack
    of flowing in the veins.

    may I never hear
    your painful name
    and as the sun grows near
    I feel my shame

    i see the light on a golden rack
    how can i breathe this constant sane
    i wish u would comeback
    but we will never be the same