"le destin à venir"
05-01-18
I silently sit and wait for my on coming fate.
Creeping up on me.
With every breath and every single thing I see, it rides closer to me.
Slowly but surly it's starting to kill me, cuz now I can hardly breathe.
My tears are blood.
I need a hug but there is no-one willing to see me.
Always in fear, I'm hiding away.
Ashamed of my on-coming fate.