Monday, May 19, 2008


Give up your grace is falling.
I wasted all my time holding hands.
Far from what i needed. 
what should i say now?
Feeling numb to uncertainty.
I waited october nights. 
Nobody knows about what they saw. 
Metal bars on with strong hand grips. 
Why didnt you leave me alone. 
Now. i cant open my mind. 
As good as you may seem to be. 
You are a dangerous pleasure.
Still and constantly haunting me.