on 2004-09-24 @ 9:37 p.m.
Yes, eternity
I beg and plead for a piece
And there is nothing
Just the sound of rain
Pounding against my ear drums
And it hurts so much
My fingertips sprout
Blood, a brilliant scarlet
Dark and tranparent
Just the sound of rain
Pounding against my ear drums
And it hurts so much
My fingertips sprout
Blood, a brilliant scarlet
Dark and tranparent