next twennotmety I'm never ready for tomorrow espesialy today. I havn't changed in anyway. Still always wanting to be something new but i remain the same. In love. In dreams. In pain. In black. In no means. Insain. And not a word is heard in my screams. My violence is silenced and seems to be scaling to the top of the cliff that she dropped off wile holding my heart. Twenty, and never been this ready for all things to fall apart. Thinking in fear ... " who holds my heart this year?" next to life's sad song back to indeep 2003Šimperfectcreations                                                                    gdrmech@yahoo.com