• a_cold_heart 50w

    Days pass by somehow
    But nights now are a wagon of pain
    Injuries may heal with time
    But marks will still remain
    Restless on my comfortable bed
    I toss and turn and try to sleep
    But thoughts are bulking in my head
    And have formed a huge heap
    The past is flashing its scorching light beams
    Tearing me apart, breaking me at seams
    The darkness of my life is more visible in dark
    And now i am trying to give it a voice
    Trying to speak my heart..