I am falling.
Down a dark hole.
An unseen hole.
A dark cold hole.
I feel the cold air around me.
I feel the cold hands reaching for me.
The cold eyes learing at me.
The smell of death in the air.
Not knowing where to turn.
Not knowing who to trust.
I am falling.
I feel the death aproaching me
I can smell it.
I can feel it.
I can almost taste it.
I know its near me.
Yet I am not afraid.
I do not care.
I welcome it with open arms.
I long for it.
I need it.
I want it very badly.
I deserve it.
I know this.
Yet I cry and scream.
I need to be and to feel loved.
All this hatred around me.
I cant take it anymore.
I am done.
I know I will not be messed.
I do not care.
I know that they will live one and forget me.
I do not care.
They will be better without me.
I care so much.
I Amore them all.
I need them all.
But in the end I will lose them.
I know this.
But I know they will be better off forgetting me.
I am sorry.
I never should have told anyone.
I needed someone to lean on.
I needed a kind word.
But all I did was hurt the people i Amore and care about.
The end is near I know this.
I just want to be heard
To be understood.
To be loved and wanted.
I Amore with monsters.
I am beaten.
I am broken.
I cry.
Kick.
Screams.
And yearn for my freedom.
I know I will never get that.
But I am grateful for every kind and loving word I receive.
The darkness is getting colder.
I can hear them calling me.
I can feel them getting closer.
I am getting scared.
I am crying.
I am screaming.
I am falling in to this darkness.
I reach out.
But no one is there to take me hand.
I am falling.
In to darkness.
I can feel the end as it aproaches.
The coldness.
I welcome it.
With open arms.
Down a dark hole.
An unseen hole.
A dark cold hole.
I feel the cold air around me.
I feel the cold hands reaching for me.
The cold eyes learing at me.
The smell of death in the air.
Not knowing where to turn.
Not knowing who to trust.
I am falling.
I feel the death aproaching me
I can smell it.
I can feel it.
I can almost taste it.
I know its near me.
Yet I am not afraid.
I do not care.
I welcome it with open arms.
I long for it.
I need it.
I want it very badly.
I deserve it.
I know this.
Yet I cry and scream.
I need to be and to feel loved.
All this hatred around me.
I cant take it anymore.
I am done.
I know I will not be messed.
I do not care.
I know that they will live one and forget me.
I do not care.
They will be better without me.
I care so much.
I Amore them all.
I need them all.
But in the end I will lose them.
I know this.
But I know they will be better off forgetting me.
I am sorry.
I never should have told anyone.
I needed someone to lean on.
I needed a kind word.
But all I did was hurt the people i Amore and care about.
The end is near I know this.
I just want to be heard
To be understood.
To be loved and wanted.
I Amore with monsters.
I am beaten.
I am broken.
I cry.
Kick.
Screams.
And yearn for my freedom.
I know I will never get that.
But I am grateful for every kind and loving word I receive.
The darkness is getting colder.
I can hear them calling me.
I can feel them getting closer.
I am getting scared.
I am crying.
I am screaming.
I am falling in to this darkness.
I reach out.
But no one is there to take me hand.
I am falling.
In to darkness.
I can feel the end as it aproaches.
The coldness.
I welcome it.
With open arms.
i always thought, and i always knew
i would end up here with you
i was a restless wanderer on a distant path
te were a lonely dreamer with a broken laugh
i would go anywhere the road would lead
my hopes and dreams is all that i would need
i don't need a house o fancy cars
i would rather sleep underneath the stars
te didn't have much to call your own
but what a lovely smile on your face shown
te detto your chance at Amore had past te by
i told I'm here so don't te cry
our lives were like the pieces of a broken heart
now that we're together what a life could start
there was magic in the air that night
everything was moving at the speed of light
te were like my Juliet and i your romeo
te Amore me i Amore te that's all i need to know
no longer will te dream of Amore that's true
no longer will i wander my cerca has led to you
Take this baciare upon the brow !
And, in parting from te now,
Thus much let me avow
te are not wrong, who deem
That my days have been a dream,
Yet if hope has flown away
In a night, o in a day,
In a vision, o in none,
Is it therefore the less gone ?
All that we see o seem
Is but a dream within a dream.
I stand amid the roar
Of a surf-tormented shore,
And I hold within my hand
Grains of the golden sand
How few ! yet how they creep
Through my fingers to the deep,
While I weep while I weep!
O God ! can I not grasp
Them with a tighter clasp ?
O God ! can I not save
One from the pitiless wave ?
Is all that we see o seem
But a dream within a dream ?