those last words

insecurity in a state of mind

seeking the dual personality

none to kind and empty as the cold breeze

been through four seasons and none seem to feel

hold

where does the pressure and where does the pain

ever not merge as one?

in my time the clock ticks and as much has been recieved

the reality is much is bound to leave

question me as if none of the past meant much

sacrifice and false sense of security mentally leaves us broke

how you give and take away is amazing

as how the sun shines and then ice falls upon it's

light