• the wind blows i feel it scrap the layers of soul away i dream but it is so real
    i cant breath it hurts i must wake... i cant... im going to die...starting to fade...suddenly i have a reason to live...this strange soul
    i must get back to him i must not fade...still im fadeing and i notice im not asleep!!...i really am fadeing im going to be lost in the black hole never to open my eyes again! please lord if you real;ly r out there save me!...nothing... i fade but the last thing i see is his hand, his perfect pale hand, reaching out to me but even he is to late to pick me back up! im gone never to rize but im gone nowing at least one person cares and im never going to see him or hear is perfect voice and all i can remember from him was his letters and im never even going to get to read those again
    so fore i fade i ask this of you why oh why did you say you like me
    was it true was it real
    or did you say it just to hurt me and tease me
    why oh why wont you tell me