"Cherish your youth",
I once heard somone say.
Now, i look in the mirror,
& see my face deteriorating.
I see age in my eyes
It seems like years since i saw myself
& now I'm on paper,
& theres nothing you can do about that.
For each one of your greying hairs,
Theres a line of pain etched in my face...
Another tear in my soul
and no voucher mends that agony.
You are my SadNess-You are Tourment
You are My Evil,
and i am SICK to think of you with love!
I am up to my soul in sickness,
Drowning...
in your abscence,
Which is what you want.
You have, again, infected me...
hoping i will fall.
My youth is retarted,
And holed up somwhere.... I dont even know.
You speak...
and then tell me your kidding,
You hurt...And then laugh
You SCREAM... and are silent.
You Are confustion-You are a lie...
