User blog:Enddayss/Icarus

''I wake up every morning To the sound of motors roaring They are drowning out the voices in my head At night while I am sleeping I can hear the angels speaking But I can't recall a single thing they said''

''I see their lips move clearly I feel their presence near me But each word they try to tell me just slips through the cracks I push, I strain, I wrestle with my brain And then a voice from somewhere whispers to relax.''



i'll finish this later

WHEN IT ISN'T 1:35 AM GOD