Monday, October 1, 2007

One



"One candle left to burn now, beafore the darkness comes."


Build a bird out of a feather wount be easy my dear. But thats all i got left.

He is comming to get me, when this is over, if I am left alone.



I am letting the images talk, dont have my thoughts in line. No words can express my pain, my fear. Most likley will my heart, my soul, take another scaring tomorrow. Forever engraved deep in the flesh inside of me. Oh how I wish it can be us two. But you unfortunatly have destroyed my hope for now.
Altho I will keep my promise to you!