2008
sitting by a monument tower for those fallen befor us yet do we recognize
The wind blows softly across the meadow carrying the whispers of tomorrow’s sorrows If you listen closely
the wind howls as the water churns and we are tempest tossed in this raging storm the men work hard
when i came here i was hoping people would stay out of my life now they’re screwing
You sit in a corner and nobody sees the bloody tears running down your face For the pain you’ve
A poem about rhyme A poem abou time What can you say About their little fray Thee is never time
stirring emotions voices in my head i’m so confused this isn’t normal this isn’t right
ring ring the final day is done ring ring time is up ring ring
stand up be strong that’s what i’ve always been told keep fighting
I am my own angle and my own demon I am my best dream and my worst nightmare I can bring sun shine
I sit amongst a group of people not saying a word they do not
Blood flow freely flow until i have no more to give Flow until you have
Plip, plop the blood drops Tick, tock goes the clock Ding, dong
It started when i was seven Its been about Eleven years now This strange fasination
splish, splash floating in my own blood so many cuts that i’ve actually