Friday, June 02, 2006
running, i'm running.
n i'm trippin'
help me out here
'cos i ain't gettin' far
i ain't movin' at all.
i left my soul on the battlefield,
n i ain't gonna turn back.
i dun wanna remember
and i refuse to,
but it keeps haunting me.
it wraps me up so tightly so much
that i ain't gt no air to breathe;
my lungs aflame.
too afraid to open my eyes to look,
too afraid to reach out to hold something.
no light no life;
i'm sinking in this quicksand of mine.
.shan. [1:06 AM]