Screaming on top of your lungs!
Hoping nobody would hear.
Hearing your heartbeat loud as a drum
This pain I can no longer bear.
Where is the dream?
Shrouded in gloomy overcast,
Eagerly awaiting the blinding sun,
So I can dig and bury again the past.
Donato R. Vytiaco
31 May 2000 @ 10:52pm