nothing much going on just thought of something to write hope you like
the crawling
his bleeding herat sits safeliy in his backpack
somthing which no one else knows
destoyed others who sight can cripple
the heart and devore the soul
alone and cold he turns to stone
while holding hius breath half to death
confused and scared of whats inside
to save his life
he crawls like a bug from a bird

this sounds alot like my new fav song the worm and the bird
by the Used