[creedsister]

Loss sight of whats real to ecape pain that i can no longer deal with lost sight of a a dream that slowly fades away like the real me cant no longer finder here again she comes and goes every now then but i would love to know her again she reminds me of who iam Loss sight of that which is good because it seems i was meant to be misunderstood will i ever break through these prison wall and these darkned halls i can only here the tourcher of there calls to remind me im there slave of despair frightend and scared i bite my nails to they drip with blood the stains hit the snow white floor so i pour some bleach on the floor and scrub it up some more ive loss sight of who iam will i ever know me again and if i ever do will she ever foreget you and your prison of pain and your wicked grins stabbing in my soul again,,,,,Written,,Aug 5 2001