Life
By little_irish_rose •
Life is a darkend roon,
full of devestation.
My life is always dark,
filled with complication.
It is never ending,
always it is around.
Only dark and morbid,
never making a sound.
Someone I love,
has just gone away.
He will never come back,
he's there to stay.
I miss him so much,
and I'm to blaim.
Now there's more than darkness,
there is shame.
Now all the time,
I seem to cry.
I never had the chance,
to say goodbye.
What will I do,
how will I go on.
It just feels so wrong,
where do I belong?
Life is a darkend roon,
full of devestation.
My life is always dark,
filled with complication.