This world is cold and unbearable the voices scream
This tainted moonlight the winter’s breeze
So much has happend the anguish awaits what is in store for me
More empty promises and my faded memories
This cold wind enlighten’s me draging me from the depths underneath
It’s come to this again the world turns its back on me no wonder my mind swayed
Now I laying here with a blank expression on my face drowning my sorrows
Do you perhaps have a peice of hapiness I can borrow
This blessing this pleasent breeze as my problems fade away
I gave you my everything and you ripped it all away
Creed's Poetry 