You've been pushed to the edge and end, broken in spirit you're trembling.

You know that this is where it ends.



When someone is born a cripple, do you instantly regress to when, you split up from your twin?



If you ever find your way, give thought to seeking solace, in the youth that will hold you back.

Take great care in your attack.



Shy away from the slight sense of poison, you've been shattered by a man you loved.



I'll take us through a worm hole, where you'll constantly repress the stress, on the mess I've made.



You need a harbour and haven.

My Lost and lonely, bitter friend.