Sunday, August 26, 2007
The Crow

I had a nightmare that scare the sheet out of me. Weak and fear surrounds me. I was alone and had no one. The darkness, trapped me inside and there was no way out. "A dungeon in my own hand". I can't imagine what the meaning was but the fear feeds the darkness and weak came through the way.
Black is the color. Emptiness, revenge it's seek. Despair and misery is the feeling. Fear it feeds and laughs to those who's weak. Living hell it may have seem. Cure of the pain still in of searching.
? a life to0 precious to WASTE.
2:29 PM