On many of occasions, I find myself on the edge of madness.
Am I more than a collection of memories or might you prefer a reflection of your thoughts.
How do you tame an untamed heart? It is I suppose constantly beating on its own.
When my sleep comes, my torments will cease... until then I seek an illusion.
Everything ever created, every blood pulsating through my veins, finds its demise at the last breath.
I guess today my vision is blurred... once again.
Yet another dawn... I step over the line.When does it ever end ?