03/10/15
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
Have you ever had your heart torn in two You don’t even know if the pieces
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
I’m sitting on a hill staring at a city that I never loved A life I could
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
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 really just want to know what you think what crosses your mind when i
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice