when the wind dies out but the storm keeps its rage
i crepp across the ground like a frown seen through the walls when all are valuables are returned to the place that we have found them...we carry are fear to the fantasy lands in there minds...are sarrows are fliped upside down and rob like children in the church yard while the blood run thick with fooled thoughts of so called savior...It keeps the smile burning with teary eyes set upon a heart to destroy the feeling that will never be set back into place...throw across a field tree in a hurricane graspng the ground as hard as you can untill the only one to support you gives way and you seem to fly endlessly into nothing but death...Broken down like a car in the heat of a desert you send you daspare to me and all i can do is feel remorse you turn pale when i dont shed a tear.its not that the feeling are not there its just the felling are not present... the pain of being with is more intense than the pain being with out you ...the heart melts into your hand and mend it to you name and thing will forever be for you...