soul.of.ice
By WillowRose
in my soul there is a droughtand my garden never flourishesblood pumps through my veins with only coldlonely thoughts left to sustaini feel for a stronger presencethe success of that lies in the emotional fabric of ones willi shall never be so fortunatei perceive only to run aimlessly in a sea of dying humanityi grab hold of the wind only to be blown into a gust of disheartening turmoili envision insanity in the streetslooking for an opening for the fear and agonyi squeeze through the hatei say stand up now for soon it will be to latebombarded by questions which have no answersthreatened by lies/ destroyed our trusti shall never be so unfortunatemy time has come and my memories are lostthe perils of my life swallowedmy garden is barron there is a ice stormin my soul,,alwaysjust disillusioned Written October 18th, 2001 © on Oct 18 2001 06:06 AM PST 10 • 0 • 1
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"in my soul there is a droughtand my garden never flourishesblood pumps through my veins with only coldlonely thoughts left to sustaini feel for a stronger presencethe success of that lies in the emotional fabric of ones willi shall never be so fortunatei perceive only to run aimlessly in a sea of dying humanityi grab hold of the wind only to be blown into a gust of disheartening turmoili envision insanity in the streetslooking for an opening for the fear and agonyi squeeze through the hatei say stand up now for soon it will be to latebombarded by questions which have no answersthreatened by lies/ destroyed our trusti shall never be so unfortunatemy time has come and my memories are lostthe perils of my life swallowedmy garden is barron there is a ice stormin my soul,,alwaysjust disillusioned..."