Senin, 01 Juli 2013


The constant dreams of her has ended.
Now all i see is just plain black, the reflection of what's deep inside.
The little light at the end of the road is bright, it's what keeps me up at night.
The never ending tape that plays just the good parts of us, is slowly fading away as the bruises start to heal.

We are two of a kind, hiding behind our travesty, waiting for the right time.