Running dry.

The world is big my heart is small the cross over is just a long the river bend towards my life's end,
it feels like my world has came to an end all the passages getting smaller,
i can feel my strength weaken,
i can feel my pain gaining with my emotions driving down my spine my life is returning to the earths middle core.

My time has come i can feel my head pounding running down the endless rodes i have lost in my mind,
power going down my drama running sore i lock heads against others none to help guide my predicted lines,
stuck in a heavy lidded trance in the corners of despair i feel my time is gone with my luck running dry from my ends mind.

the world is bigger than me and its left a dark hole in my heart,
people don't understand everyone needs someone but the chances i got the rodes i took drove me to despair and sickening parts,
my dreams now have locked me in fear and tears roll down my fragile face,
my heart stops and the pain i have runs down my blooded hands as i run far away from my departed body,
Farr in to the forest in to the old windy night with the tress blowing my scent away for the first time,
my meaning of life is hiding and running and diapering in to the darkest nights but this time its forever.