Most of what i wright comes from inspiration from the world around me What others are
i have learned over the years that love is no good It crushes your
A stranger standing In a street full Of people yet Can’t find himself People stand and
Every where around me i see happiness and joy yet i can’t join in The feeling of being dead inside
it’s not so much a question of when but a question of how how will i live
Who am I dark as night with soulless eyes Blood stained cloak and a hollow voice
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
they say tomorrow is a new day and it will get better but it never
If you could be any person you wanted to be who would that person be?
right or wrong it’s up to you each person has their own moral compass some people may
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
“please sir” those are the only words I can say i don’t know
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
I have a word of wisdom Never cross me and my sword For my sword