Jun 03, 2005 17:48
Your eyes have been ripped from your soul
Tattered and torn, you wander aimlessly
Pressure and despair are your weakness
Blind, you stumble to the ground
Just Breathe
Lying across the cold, dead floor
The left hand holds time
The right hand holds the key
Fate is a fools dream
Just Breathe
Stripped of all thought
The Count down has begun
Why are you here?
Where do you go?
The wind rushes past you...
One final breath