IRC-Galleria

I made my way to you
I see no difference
I fumble my words..
They stay in my throat for just to dry up
my words are mere syllables of a choking animal
meaningless
for all the others
for me they are asks for help
nothing else could matter
I am the north
you are the reversed direction
and when we meet..
the needle in my compass turns around
I feel guilty about my dreams
I feel guilty about my existence I feel ashamed of what I done to YOUR life..
I will not be part of it no matter how hard I try I rather just give up than use all my strength watching the emptiness between us getting bigger..
in the very end it swallows all the traces of us.
welcome home child
yet the world is unfair
your crying was all in vain
no tears can save this life but love..
are you ready to look in to the mirror and except that the past is real?