• Going Home



    I feel the pressure
    building up tearing
    me apart. Little
    screams escape my
    throut with little thought.
    Icy tears fall down my
    face as my souls freezes
    over. Poking me in my
    neck the fear of peace is over
    because i know it will
    never be the same again.
    Hell is rising and I
    know that i will soon be
    going home.