Old Journal 02

Crying on my lonely life, but this world I know I'm not alone.

A light who wants to pass through on this world that was conquer by darkness,

pulling my wicked scheme. Never to spare the life I have in chains, holding me...

I struggle, trying to reach the one who wants me asleep. I never know the meaning

of this everything and when I hold his hand, I bleed. I held on to the rose you gave,

though thorns pricked me, I never let it go. I shut my eyes...

In this endless dream; centuries may past and I'll woke holding this thing, who I barely

reach for years. I imagine I'm walking under the moon's light telling me to go on and

when I saw someone's reflection stabbing me I fell deep into the ground. I'm bleeding,

hurt, I'm in pain. I close my eyes, seeing myself standing in the shore gazing upon the ocean.

I see a girl drowning, trying to catch her breath. I just stare, it's too late to save her.

She's lifeless. Darkness that's what I see. Such sharp rage cutting me, anger. I feel paralyze

by the world I've known. I'm trying to get out... reaching...