Cem

I live in a cell... I read dead books from hell... hunting the lost sense before we knew of them... kept looking for you but had to loose faith it was fate... still alone broken and tour apart from her... gun in hand pain in heart hate in mind... lost you once die if that happend again... whatever he told you was a lie... who ever thought it was a lie is now dead... telling them once never seemed enough...level ground is where I stand from this moment on this place is going to be my home... calling from affar her voice pain fills my ears knowing that this time last chance was last time... among the gone settling souls finely rest and move on... haunting this mind forever, leave me alone!!!