The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely

gossamer wings hiding the black soul underneath crystal eyes hiding the dark pit behind if you could see the

“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know

i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body

Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside

i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own

i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me

I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts

Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are

Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have