Le milleur de la passe à dire:

“Il est trop tôt”, puis “Il est trop tard.”

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

Since Hope Died

Define me,
For I don't know who I am anymore.
Rescue me,
From this ignorance I cant endure.

Your perfection persists,
I'm the one at fault
I failed you
And hope died.

Don't ask me questions,
I've never known a thing.
Don't come infront of me,
It'll enrage the pain within.

Fate left me maimed,
It killed my thoughts,
Ripped off the colours;
Mine eyes see only black and white,
Since hope died.

2 comments:

genevra29 said...

i abs luv d last para....:)...actually d whole thng but d last one is d best!!!

Genevra said...

oh k....i agree with the person above....;)