MassacreMilePres

ÿþI've got a scarred up soul and a scatttered mind. Haven't found a road that didn't end in sighs. My body is cut up beaten and bruised. Now they tell me that it's my hand that bought the abuse. I treasure these dreams my grand but brief li(v)es. Then horizons bring warm amber and shatter those shrines. In a temple designed with confusion in mind. I kill myself drowned deep in T.I.M.E.S. Chaos reigns in my arrogant abyss. I snuffed out my anger and longed for that "kiss". The fatal lips of Death's embrace. A fool's exit my cowardly escape. Long by wayside that thought has fallen. A siren in the distantce was it Delirium