The moon has set its beams upon the window again.
As I close my eyes to dreams of the past and pain.
Broken hearts like slivers of glass,
cover the road I must come to pass.
Rumors rush through the night in an effort to frighten me.
Toying with my every move in an effort to decieve me.
Carrying me off to another world of endless rejection and shattered dreams.
Originally Posted On Site: 2008-01-09 11:56:43
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