04/12/15
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
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 never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
If the world realy does end If i’m still alive by then i’ll go peacfully for
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually