February 2011
January 2011
Welcome back VB....
I’ve missed you so, but I can’t see why.
So its a New Year.
What do I do? Where do I go?
What makes me different this time? Will I ever know?
It’s been building up, this struggle inside.
Why am I living when I’ve already died?
Deja vu when I wake, deva ju as I sleep,
My body is weak, I silently weep, as I’m trapped in this keep.
In a barless prison, a struggling existance, escaping the system, His vision is My mission, why...
