sheesh ya fuck
2003-10-02 06:11:12 (UTC)

done with memories im becoming..

done with memories
im becoming sick in winters entrance
dolls are screaming in my toy chest
cold winds blow me away
i was running fast
tears numbing my face
the branches were cracking
grins leaking behind me.
ive got to get away
souls feeding
i cant stop.
i need a drink.
i need something.