08/29/15
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
I have a word of advice for any body young or old keep your heart
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
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
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
There is a girl dead in a corner Does anybody notice of corse not Do they know her
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve