I'm gonna try to do this more often... here's something off the top of my head. I try to reach up, and touch the sky. I try to reach, but my arms are tied. My thoughts echo, like heartbeat. and it's so cold now, there's no heat. nuasea mind trips, and sickened heart, I try to think, just where did I start? My world is grey, not black and white. I have no sense, of wrong or right, faith is a crutch, which I dismiss, No one's diety, compares to your kiss.
