03/12/15
Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
what do you do when your worst fears are realized when the words you’ve dreaded hearing have been spoken where will you go now that
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
This isn’t a poem, it’s relly just… Of pain and sorrow And the lost maybes of tomorrow For i can’t remember a single happ… i remember smiling, laughing
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
my tears fall but i no longer feel them the pain i felt is nothing more than hollowness now i’ve finally given up
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 have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
I can put on any outfit, any mask and fool the wisest of men
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take