Storms in my head
pain in my heart
of what used to be love
is now a bitter
black soul charred to the death
death of a heart and soul
all crumpled up
as if it was a piece of paper
this is death
and this is sadness
to hear voices no more
would mean
sure joy and happiness
But what is that
only to find a wilted flower
laying on the floor
of the cold dead soul...

its like any other day i have it off stayed home to spend time with the cat Nysa... cant afford to do anything else.. savingy my money to go see new moon when it comes out.