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Post by Genobee on Oct 5, 2006 23:13:14 GMT -5
Words come now, yet fate makes it a little too late. One who could see the real me shows I was too late for anything. Mistakes used and made without intention now are in reverse roles, the pain inflicted now felt with a magnitude worse then she will ever know. So now I hold on with one last breath, growing cold. Will anyone save me? The will to live slowly fades and darkness closes in. My purpose in life now clouded as is the path back. Is it just a little too late to live again? Forgiveness I cannot achieve so eternal flame beckons me for the ultimate punishment for my crimes. No one will hold me now and I will not feel love again.
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