As i lie on the bed of rocks,
i kept my eyes on the full moon.
As I howled towards the sea,
a song of sorrow. *wolves howl, esp loud during full moon*
Suddenly My vision on the moon blurrs.
as tears rolled down my cheek,
my vision of the moon regains.
As the howl echos thru the night,
bits and pieces of me died inside.
Who would rmb the pain that we have gone thru?
Who would bother to care what we have gone thru?
Everyone is selfish, who isn't?
fading away; 11:28 PM
