sonGs of oTher laNds

The choice

The clock was ticking
Time was teasing
People were pushing
Stressing
I was forced
Mentally beaten
In the corner
Off the world
I was in an abyss
I was all alone
Lights glaring
Darkness beckoning
Choice
Choose
Make it real
Or break it down
I chose
And then, tears came
They never fell in front of them.

posted by jessXW @ 11:44 PM