Thursday, March 3, 2011

Feeling Depress

Feeling Of ending my live.
The lightning roars
the rain beats down
I stand a specupon the ground
rain drenched clothe
sand wattered skin
this wettness came
from tears within
I walk alone
this stormy night
the place I seek nowhere in sight
I know not where
from wence I came
and where I goI know the same.