Jaffar8

Wistful thought flying free, Wistful thought suffocating me, Through the woods of my mind, Like the wind, A forsaken breeze, Blowing free through the woods of my mind, Caress the trees, And entice my thoughts, Make the flowers of lust dance at your touch, You know you can, Make the trees of despair groan in agony, Though you know you shouldnt, O' forsaken breeze, Why oh why forsaken breeze, To dance in my mind is to break me, Am i not tainted enough? Forsaken breeze you bring the worst of me, To dance with the flowers is my life, To be broken with the trees is my want, Am i not tainted enough, Let me free of your grasp i