Here's a little something I wrote a while back...some have asked for more...so here it is.....
It was over before it started Tired and restless, my struggles consumed me If there's no way out- will I fight to the death? Or will I accept defeat and breath from the grave? You don't know what it's like to live again unless you've been dead And one day your wind will blow cold Underneath this stress we all become beautifully depressed Lost within temptation-destroyed without rest If I pass through the gates I will have won my greatest test When that day comes, lo and behold I'll be waiting, just like you......for my cold wind to blow
