05/18/16
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
I really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men