The wake up means walking on the edge. Wrong desicions

running through my veinsĂŠ Immortal sorrow scars on my

soul. Rejected and trapped in myself.

Black velvet was the gift of the time.

Nothing left to loose. Nothing to believe hands tied

feet chained. Hidind behind shadows of anger.

To wake up means walking on the edge. But I often feel

that misery. Is the most important part of being happy.