hunted by the reaper
i fold up my hatred and send to everyone
it crumbles as it is delivered and everyone gets a piece, of my heart
the youth inside me is dying
im getting older now
what should i do?
everyone asking questions, telling me lies, giving nothing but shit. im fed up with it.
my journey here is a psychological one, i entered when i was vunerable and stupid.
'Help!?' i say now, as im consumed, by television, by music, by drugs, by women,...by life... |
