UntitledThe sun is goneJust as the people are gone too Where are they? Why is everything so furiously black? What have I done to deserve this? Am I the one to blame for this? Or maybe it's all an illusion Just as my life was This is not right, I beg you, release me from this hatred feeling of guilt But why am I talking as there was somebody who would listen They don't care,nobody does Please........I beg you is there anyone there? By Christian Tingvatne |