• I sit alone in a Rocking Chair,

    The Idea Of Going To Your House Passes through my head,

    Suddenly the window opens,

    And it arrives,

    The Darkness of Everyones soul,

    The Feelings Stored in them,

    The sadness, The anger, The pain..

    I feel everyones emotions,

    But then again,

    They let themselves out,

    The day you hit me was the day i felt those emotions,

    Now since then Im gray,

    I have No emotions,

    Just the urge to write,

    And I know that the feeling of your Im so better then you,

    I think.....Its true..