06/23/14
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
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
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
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
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
eyes wide open it’s the middle of the night eyes wide open and i’ve given