01/15/15
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
How can I go three days Depressed and barely eating But he doesn’t even notice Tortured in my dreams By visions of the past
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
They say she died tragically It’s sad to see a
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 am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time