foshizzle

Bellowing barks of forgotten angels.
Sometimes we forget where we are going,
but we never remember where we have been
A thorn sticks in my side
and it twists ever deeper everytime the bell sounds
and it is the blood callin' me out.

Where do we go from here,
it feels like a double dare, but no one wants to play

In the end I get the feeling that the end will never come,
and I'lll be back where I started from.