The End
I quickly hide myself
The concealment isn't perfect
But guard it may
My life save
Beating of a far off drum
They Come
For Me
Running Chasing Hunting
I scarcely breath
Solitude Silence
no es fácil
mi mind comienza a slip
I pierdo mi hold
Reality escapa me
No tengo esperar
Empezar el oscuro
Copyright © Nicholas Westerhausen | Year Posted 2008
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