I'm sitting here facing fear,
feeling the end is near...
My hands shaking, tears falling,
no one to hear my desperate calling...
Counting the minutes to the eternal dark,
while sitting in this abbandoned park...
Feeling the cold shadows of death behind,
trying to get fear out of my mind...
But it's stronger than me, the shadows are taking me in,
even though I don't want to, death is going to win...
I feel so weak, can't fight anymore,
close my eyes and fall on the floor...
And right there, in the chilly night, I became
just another one of the people who lost that fight...
Post je objavljen 29.12.2005. u 21:52 sati.