It's dark and cold. The bones are frozen to the very core... But who cares when the shreds of the broken heart are pirced into the wide open chest... Too many kniwes... too many times it happend again and again... in the distance I can see her... but it's so far... sometimes the path fades away... You know what I hate the most? "what if?" thats what corrode my mind...

foreword I think...

The first time :)

ya know it's a regular blog... but there is much I have to say but for now i just don't kow how.