in da deem of the nyt,,the silence is my ambience,,darkness is my light,,all i can see is a hallow of fryt,,,clocks tickin,,pulse pumpin,,my mind keep thinking,,in da cold nyt,,in da sumer breeze,,,four season,,,loneliness is wat i feel,,,and wen bed tyms goes,,I am dreamin of,,,fying in da moon and sharin thos season for those who select to loove!



Are ya the one?