01/16/16
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
fists flying we’re in fisticuffs and there’s no stopping it i stepped in out of place to take
i’ve never met somebody who set my blood on fire quite like this with flames moving throughout my body
I still don’t see your fascination… i don’t even know what drew you in… in my mind i always compared you t… not one-hundred percent ruthless a… but able to see enough into the da…
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
Even though the tears fall the misary never fades You hope to last till morning but you feel you’re withering away
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with