(2015)
09/28/15
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
we are a new race rising with ice in our blood we will fight any body because we are family “we are a new breed rising
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 ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
A whisper fades on the evening wind along with the hope of tomorrows friend Yet there is a
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts