06/11/14
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
There is a boy sitting in a corner He is diffrent than other people and They leave him behind
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
a love that’s so close and yet so far within arms reach yet i
What do you do when you’ve screwed up this bad and you’re not sure that it can be fixed
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
The time passes by with the anquish of tears The pain and sarrow are
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
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own