| White Wolf | I know not how to express the sadness of my heart, nor to which it extends to the dephs of my soul. Pain and anguish are all I seem to know. Loves I have once had, and once known, all have been replaces with this empty shell, that once had a soul. Cry as I may, and sleep long forgotten, I can not extinguish this ach, so foul, so rotten. I try to get on, I try to survive but life is just fighting me, mocking me every night. Cut out this heart that has once known love, Devoid me of life, so that I may go on... Existance is such that I can no longer bear to face, yet, the knife of my own I can not face. Cut out this heart so that I may live, Free me this pain, and voice in my head. I've cried endless tears, and sought countless souls, to subdue this pain, and renew my soul... But to no avail, it seems no one will, share the will, of a half empty shell. But I carry on, carry on this fight, for someday maybe, there just might... Be the person willing to console, The woman that I am, lacking one human Soul. Ich entschuldige mich gleich mal ich schreib nur auf englisch da ich nicht dir richtigen worte in deutch finde |
