Slush

Where ever you go, you take your soul with you and what ever you do, you can still die inside your own, long time you still look alive. And the wind is hurling like maaaaaad, twisting my feelings inside, spinning my heart compass and making me wishing for my pass in the other worlds. And the rain...dripping and dripping and dripping, like thousands of needles stabbing my mind. STOP! I wish to be free of me....