HUrt

It's been said even by myself that you are not the one to blame as it's not your fault,  nor your intent

Somehow that doesn't ease the pain.

And if there's no one to blame then how come it hurts me so.

Still how to hold such as responsible for their actions when their not their own.

however, is there any point in my soul bleeding it's agony to the very end....

It might seem odd but if anyone stubles upon this thoughts then they would have lost it's meaning, as they shall be no longer mine, their beauty lies in the possibility of remaning forever forgoten.

So i crall back to my painfull existence. 

if...

Empety and Numb

Let me bite the cold barrel of a gun,

and let it bark to my eternal rest.

Let eternal sleep take this son,

as in this life I've done my best.

Tired have my eyes long time become.

And my soul empety and numb

I have no strenght left to fight.

The world is meaningless and no longer mine.

The hope is darkness of it's shatered light,

A Death sings it's hymn

Tired has my soul long become.

It's only empety and numb.

Other's will come, others will live,

                                                           and their steps will make the earth turn.

                                                                                                                                 All mistakes I forgive.

But I've got no place left to run.