Staring out the window, trying to remember.
My mind is clouded, filled with blank spots.
Only thing I recall, is blood and tears.
And a nameless, sad little whisper.
I know these voices, I recognize these faces.
But I feel a stranger today, a sheep amongst wolves.
All alone, naked and exposed.
I am nothing but prey, no matter what my race is.
Everybody is talking and sharing stories.
Laughing to themselves and out loud.
It was all supposed to be so good.
Once I was a part of all this, a time of distant glories.
Nobody expected this, the effects were terrifying.
I never meant for it, to be this way.
Darkness enclosed me, I stumbled and fell.
I can´t take the pain anymore, just want to stop crying.
I wish I could press on forever, higher up this slope.
I want to keep fighting for you.
You are everything I ever dreamed of.
But I am afraid it is too late, I have given up hope.
Skrevet d.
28. november 2005, 14:19
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