FriskyDingo86

I used to fly.I soared the sky easily . . . I was on top of the world . . Then one day my wings were cut off.They say the higher you get the harder you fall.It hurt.It hurt fucking bad.I lay down and just struggled to keep myself in the game,to keep myself alive.After a while i started to crawl.Crawled for an eternity.Tried to get up.Couldn't.So i crawled around some more.Then,one day i rose up.One knee up,second.I stood up.Started walking.I would bump into things,people,would fall on my knees but i got up.Every single time.When i was firmly on my feet i started looking at the sky again.It was blue as i recalled it,but it changed.It wasn't as

I'm a drift across the sea . . I'm falling in a rift i can't see . . Trying to pick the remnant of my soul I cant linger here anymore . Too much pride,too much fear, My heart beating,that's what i hear. . . I think i feel too much, But i don't wana lose her touch . . The darkness comes and goes, And an echo of the time long past and gone, Is in my heart,and grows more and more . . . Someone give me strength, To carry out this one last length. I can see the finish line, My heart beat is now just a green line, while i scream from deep inside, I DONT WANA DIE!