Whispers and wishes what journey awaits, Sleeping giants and a world ready to break, A fallen memory and a sinful regret, Tabled by our fate and the stage is set, What shall we see this time a tragic love story or a mysterious plot twist, The things I wonder when my mind is sick, Caring for others is all I was taught, How tragic it would be to fall in love or getting caught, Slipping through the cracks of history is what’s left for people like me, Havent you accepted it yet your own destiny, We can praddle along thinking we can make a change, This toxic ideal is the reason to blame, If changing thing’s is what we really need, Than how is it everyone that tries dies in misery
Creed's Poetry 