miercuri, 21 aprilie 2010

Traces from the past.

Morality plays
On stages of sin
The easy way out
Or the easy way in...

I have promised myself I won't let my past haunt me, but I did.
And it does now.
Ghosts of my past hit the back of my head, making me hit the floor.
I would like to get up but I can't.
They got me, the ghosts got me down and now they'll eat the rest of my soul.

It's not like they would have what to eat anyways, my soul is as rotten as an aged apple.

I do not belong here. I don't know who am I , why am I writing this, or why the bloody hell is everything going on like this.
I only know that I'm tired of "living" here and that I want to go back to the place I was before.

Welcome back to Christine's Asylum.

2 comentarii:

  1. da, traiesc aceeasi stare.....we need to make a change...cred ca asta e solutia

  2. Schimbarea nu cred ca o sa imi aduca pacea...Si oricum, senzatia este prezenta mereu, asa ca nu ma voi putea opri din a ma simti o straina..