I was never here...
#7 of tears
spaceing problems and new art shall be uploaded
Is it always best to follow orders... when you feel like your always traped in a corner?
To live and conform, Wishing to have never been born...
Always alone never found a way... a way to get home all you do is lay by the city's bay...
Runing around no sense of direction, Your lost in time yet your mirror has a reflection...
There is no truth no life no lies in this everlasting plain... Only dust can be seen in the flowing air that whispers pain...
Wait if you can't be seen here then... Are you even real to appear...
oh no..the tears take the form into....Fear...
Spacing problem