(2015)
02/24/15
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
I’ve probably had about ten shots now trying to drown out her memory We left under harsh words, tears, and shouts
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
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
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
Merry Meet the witches greet by light of the midnight moon To cast their
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
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’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your