my depressing garbage

[acapollo]

-FALLING-

the ghosts of my broken past taunt me always
as i'm dragged down by my torment my cures
gifted with flight
but damed to never fly

-BROKEN WINGS-

i hate these place
i want to be in another place
any other place
anywhere but here
but i'll never fly free of here
with these broken wings

[FireMonkey]

i remember writing this simular to that yep truly depressing.

[acapollo]

-TORMENT-

every day is full of frustration and pain
and i know that tomorrow will bring more of the same
i feel like my soul is about to brake
it's so much more then i can take
i'm running out of reasons to try
perhaps i'll just give up and die
i think i'd rather be died
then continue down this path i tread
it's so much more then i can take
i think that i am going to brake

[acapollo]

-LOST-

my heart is broke and my soul is gone
both are died but my body lives on
searching in vane for a place i belong
but the day has passed and the night lingers on
and so i singe myself this sad song
of what once i had but now is gone
lost to time and the sad sad song
when will it end this life that lingers on