(2013)
11/06/13
Thief and dark angel what a pair they make Her hiding in the dark stealing their secrets Him in the open with
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
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
He sits on a hill of bodies and wonders why has this become his hated fate To take the life
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
anger, pain, and sorrow raging inside yet seems so calm and collected
i’ve got to many images and words in my own head a part of me
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
I don’t have any words left to write so why do I even bother trying I have felt so
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
I’ve got attitude DAMN right I’ve got attitude! Living in this House with
you said I was an angel yet i only see the demon you said i had beauty yet i only see ugliness within you said “beauty in the flesh”
the ground begins to tremble with the power of her anger the choices
You are my light In the dark You are my calm In a storm You are my peace
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong