>03. Inspirations » Untitled (23th June 2005) What cure is there to a soul disease I cry but these wounds do not cease They don't fade or even show progress I feel I can't nor shall ever rest I have read and I have seen People come and the same ones leave I don't hear them nor do they complain Maybe that was what ended their pain Sadness is throwing me of my throne Claiming my place, it wants to rule my world This weakling I've become, I can no longer bear I'm as well going to never come back Maybe this uncomfort will soon end « return |  | 00.portal 01.notification 02.exhibitionist 03.frustrations 04.inspirations 05.histories 06.attention 07.information 08.respect