You know that it hurts to keep a wild animal in a cage but it's no longer wild, it lays, crying and hurting, a sorrowful creature of which wishes for nothing other than its own death and the sweet release from life.
But even release won't stop my heart from bleeding..
Weak golds dissipate into silver wisps hidden behind pearl coloured clouds. Open your heart to the warmth it shares and maybe we will feel the same. but that won't happen will it? It will never happen. We both know this. Why do i bother to hold on? Well truth is my hand is bleeding from holding a slipping rope for too long but I will not allow my blood to run only for years only to give up. I can't give up on you.
I won't give up on you
