pricks blood from an already stricken wound
disoraganized minds filled with nonsence and lies when a war starts in your soul that you can not
Control
when you lose sence of your own emotions when battles are being faught were there are no
winners your every waking moment is controlled by someone else
thier reactions are what makes your action
spricks of blood from an already stricken wound
when you realize that the war inside of you
will never and can never end
when that
that finally dreadfullness passes over you
then and only then
can you and will you ever
know how i feel
