11/12/17
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
maybe it’s all in my head that the world is really this crue… perhaps they are right that I need to let go but i can’t make myself do it
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I want to talk to let you know But I see that you’re dealing, Barely that is, with your own shit I see it in your eyes, In the way you stand
Every thing seems to be changing around me And i’m not sure i’ll be
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice