03/25/15
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
people see an outward aperance and think i’m inacent and pure but not once do they look to see the darkness hidden uderneath just because i can make myself
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
he plays his feelings out in the beat of his drum not realizing it’s taking the life right out of him
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
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
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
How my heart does beat simply by reading your words How it feels like it shall burst from me when you are near When time and space separate
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a