01/15/15
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
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
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
Did you know I’ve cut myself Watched myself Bleed Did you know
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
Who am i to you? Am i boy or girl? Am i life
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul