Time can not be erased,
The past holds our mistakes.
Time is un-yealding.
I see it in the distance,
it's the hope of the future.
But the past hold me down.
It does not like my resistance.
Its only goal is to cage me.
Its claws grip into my flesh.
Nowhere to go, nowhere to be.
This has become my destiny.
YOU ARE READING
Songs or Peoms I wrote.
PuisiIn this book I'm just putting my random thoughts. The thoughts go from straight up depressing to the hyper crack that makes up my demented mind. So if you truly wish to dive into my mind go ahead... I'm not stopping you... I'm just warning you, you...
