2008
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
Have you ever seen the gleaming wight teeth floating by your head Or the glowing red eyes underneath your bed
They come and go with us We see them nor hear them We feel them nor
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually
i sit up high upon a wall and that’s when people see me They don’t say
You say you do not fear Me then You do not fear death itself for My soul
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
i’m tired of this old pain i face day by day it’s time that i should leave but i’ve
The constant ruckus The constant noise When will it stop When will it cease When will i finaly
Don’t hide me from the rain Don’t hide me from the pain i still hear
They always ask is the wight jacket comfy are the wight walls conferring And always I
i wont be falling any time soon i wont come calling on you i’ll stand on my own